| Lyrics: | He don't need no sedatives to ease his troubled mind.
At work he is invariably unpleasant and
unkind.
Why should he care if he is hated in his home,
'Cause he's gotta house in the
country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
But he ain't gotta home, oh no,
And he's as wicked as he can be,
'Cause he's
gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
well all right
Well, he got his job when drunken Daddy tumbled down the stairs.
From
that very day this boy is more than having his share.
One of these days I'm gonna knock him off
of his throne,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's
gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes
to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
And he's oh so smug, oh
yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big
sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
But he's
socially dead, oh yeah,
And it don't matter much to him,
'Cause he's gotta house in the
country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right
House in the country
House in the country
House in the country
House in the
country |
