| City dweller, successful fella thought to himself
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| Oops I've got a lot of money
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| Caught in a rat race terminally
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| I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
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| I'm payin' the price of livin' life at the limit
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| Caught up in the century's anxiety
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| Yes, it preys on him
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| He's gettin' thin, try the simple life
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| He lives in a house
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| A very big house in the country
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| Watchin' afternoon repeats
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| And the food he eats in the country
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| He takes all manner of pills
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| And piles up analyst bills in the country
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| Oh, it's like an animal farm
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| That's the rural charm in the country
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| He's got morning glory and life's a different story
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| Everything's going jackanory
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| Touched with his own mortality
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| He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
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| It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully blind
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| Oh, it's a century's remedy
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| For the faint at heart
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| A new start, try the simple life
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| He lives in a house
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| A very big house in the country
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| He's got a fog in his chest
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| So he needs a lot of rest in the country
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| He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
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| Takes herbal baths in the country
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| You should come to no harm
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| On the animal farm in the country
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| In the country, in the country, in the country
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| Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why
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| Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why
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| Oh he lives in a house
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| A very big house in the country
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| Watchin' afternoon repeats
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| And the food he eats in the country
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| He takes all 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
|
| Oh he lives in a house
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| A very big house in the country
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| He's got a fog in his chest
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| So he needs a lot of rest in the country
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| He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
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| Takes herbal baths in the country
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| You should come to no harm
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| On the animal farm in the country |