(So the story begins) 
City dweller 
Successful fella 
Thought to himself: 
"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 
He`s getting thin 
(Try the simple life) 
  
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)