(So the story begins)
City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself: "Oops, I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race Terminally"

I'm a professional cynic, But my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety
Yes, it preys on him - He's getting thin
(Try the simple life)

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 that's the rural charm
In the country

He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
Touched 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 a century's remedy
For the faint at heart - A new start
(Try the simple life)

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
Takes herbal baths
In the country
You should come to no harm on the 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

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 that's the rural charm
In the country

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
Takes herbal baths
In the country
You should come to no harm on the animal farm
In the country