Country House

(So the story begins) City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself, oops I've got a lot of money I'm caught in a rat race terminally I'm a professional cynic But my hearts not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the legal limit, caught up in the centuries anxiety Yes, preys on him, he's getting thin, time signal He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats And the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills And piles up analyst bills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm, lots of rural charm in the country He's got morning glory, life's a different story Everything going jackanory In touch with his own mortality He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac, it's a helping hand That makes you feel wonderfully bland Oh, it's the centuries remedy for the faint at heart A new start, try simple He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest So he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh He takes herbal baths in the country He says you'll come to no harm My animal farm in the country In the country In the country In the country (Blow blow me out I am so sad I don't know why) (Blow blow me out I am so sad I don't know why) Oh, he lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats And the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills And piles up analyst bills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm, lots of rural charm in the country Oh, he lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest So he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh He takes herbal baths in the country He says you'll come to no harm My animal farm in the country Ooh, la la la