City dweller, successful fella
 so And the story begins
Thought to himself,  Oops, I've got a lot of money  of
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 the
Caught in the century's anxiety
Yes it preys on him on

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
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 jackanorry
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac and knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
your eyes
Oh, it's the century's remedy
For the faint at heart at
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
But you'll.e to no harm on the animal farm in the country
In the country doo
In the country doo
In the country-y-y!
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 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
Yes you'll.e to no harm on the animal farm in the country
Ooh la la la