x[Intro]
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(So the story begins)
[Verse]
A E
City dweller successful fella
Bm
Thought to himself: "Oops, I've got a lot of money"
D (DbBass) Db
I'm caught in a rat race terminally
A
I'm a professional cynic
E
But my heart's not in it
Bm
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
D (DbBass) Db
Caught up in the century's anxiety
E
It preys on him, he's getting thin
[Chorus]
A
Now he lives in a house a very big house in the country
D A
Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
E7 Eb
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
D A Ab
Oh, it's like an animal farm that's the rural charm in the country
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
(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
[Bridge]
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Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why
