I've been thinking about the simple life I'd like to have with you 

We could build... 

A house in the hills 

A mighty place where we could stay 

And my 

Friends come to stay to visit 

Wondering why I've thrown it all away 

I feel strange with language 

Which I haven't spoken in awhile 

Well my friends this is the simple life 

Our own kids... 

A thousand in the yard 

Filthy, they join us in the living room 

They ask me: 

Who my friends are 

Before I met them all what was my life like 

So I 

Hot box from the basement 

And try to explain what I use to do 

They're going through all the cresent photos 

My chilidren say that that isn't like you 

Well my kids... 

That was not the simple life 

So I 

Without my funny looking sandales 

Head down to the market for some food 

And I 

Scratch my feelings out of here 

And go on long walks with you 

With my wife, walking through the simple life 

Well my kids, tell my friends good-bye 

It's time my friends to go back to the good life 

Oh, such a simple life