City dweller, successfull fella
"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 (preys on him)
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
and life's a different story
Everything's going jackanory
Touched with his own mortali- ty
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it's the century's remedy
For the faint at heart (faint at heart)
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 come to no harm
on the animal farm in the country
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
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 come to no harm
on the animal farm in the country
