Standard (EADGBE)
(So the story begins)
City dweller successful fella
Thought to himself: "Oops, I've got a lot of money"
(DbBass)
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
(DbBass)
Caught up in the century's anxiety
It preys on him, he's getting thin
Now 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 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
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why