City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself, whoops, 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 a century's anxiety Yes, it rains on him, then drives him on He lives in a house, very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the 38s in the country He takes a manner of pills and buys a van and his bills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm, that's a real old charm in the country He's got morning glory and life's a different story Everything's going jack and jolly, in touch with his own mortality He's reading false ads and knocking bad pros out It's a helping hand that makes you feel better in life Oh, it's a century's remedy but it breaks that heart Start, drive, simple 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 Says she comes in her home 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 He's watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and pours up endless pills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm, that's a real old 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 Says she comes in her home on the animal farm in the country La, la, la I wanna be, I wanna be I wanna be, I wanna be