Country House (Live)

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 Lots of 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 And 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 But you'll 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 Lots of 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 But you'll come to no harm On the animal farm In the country I wanna be, I wanna be