(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 heart’s not in it
I’m paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the centuries anxiety
…
It preys on him
He’s getting thin
…
Now 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
It’s like an animal farm lots of rural charm in the country
…
Now 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 heart
A new start
…
Now 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
He could 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
…
So 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
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, takes herbal baths in the country
He could come to no harm on the animal farm in the country
…
I wanna be, I wanna be, in the country
