And 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 payin' the price

of livin' life at the limit

caught up in

the century's anxiety

Yes, it preys on him

he's gettin' thin

try the simple life

He lives in a house

a very big house

in the country

watchin' 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 mornin' glory

and life's a different story

everythin's goin' jackanory

in touch with his

own mortality

He's readin' balzac

and knockin' back Prozac

it's a helpin' hand that makes

you feel wonderfully bland

Oh, it's the century's remedy

For the faint at heart

begin 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

Says she'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

Oh... he lives in a house

a very big house

in the country

watchin' 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

takes herbal baths

in the country

Says she'll come to no harm

on the animal farm

in the country...

Ooh, la-la-la...

I wanna be...

I wanna be in the...