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 stately home

He's got a house in the country
And a big sports car
He's got a house in the country
And a big sports car

But he ain't got a home, oh no
He's got a wicked as can be
He's got a house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days

He likes to drive the people
In his office round the bend
And I've heard his secretary
Is more than just a friend
He's got the cash
He can spend just what he likes

He's got a house in the country
A big sports car
He's got a house in the country
And a big sports car

But he's socially dead, oh no
It don't matter much to him
He's got a 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 day this boy I'd say
Had had more than his share
One of these days I'm gonna
Knock him off of his throne

He's got a house in the country
And a big sports car
He's got a house in the country
And a big sports car

Well he's oh so smug, oh yeah
It doesn't matter much to him
He's got a house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right

A House in the country
A House in the country
A House in the country
A House in the country

A House in the country
A House in the country.....

