CITY DWELLER, SUCCESSFUL FELLER,
THOUGHT TO HIMSELF "OOPS I'VE GOT A LOT OF MONEY,
I'M CAUGHT UP 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 (LEGAL) LIMIT,
CAUGHT UP IN THE CENTURIES ANXIETY"
WELL IT PREYS ON HIM, HE'S GETTING THIN
(NOW 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, LOTS OF RURAL CHARM IN THE COUNTRY
(NOW) HE'S GOT MORNING GLORY, LIFE'S A DIFFERENT STORY,
EVERYTHING'S GOING JACKANORY IN TOUCH 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 THE CENTURY'S REMEDY
FOR THE FAINT AT HEART, A NEW START
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
BUT YOU'LL COME TO NO HARM ON THE ANIMAL FARM IN THE COUNTRY
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BLOW, BLOW ME OUT, I AM SO SAD I DON'T KNOW WHY
BLOW, BLOW ME OUT, I AM SO SAD I DON'T KNOW WHY