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)