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 a 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

Oh 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 a 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
ooh la la la