Blur [Country House]?
(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)?