Country House by Blur.

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 and 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
But you'll come to no harm, on the animal farm, in the country
In the country, in the country, in the country

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

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

Oh, 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, oh la la la