And so the 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
    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 lot's 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
    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's come to no harm on an animal farm 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 lot's 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
  And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country