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 stately home 'Cause he's got a house in the country, yeah 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 And he's as wicked as he can be He's got a house in the country Where he likes to spend his weekend days He likes to drive people in his office 'round the bend [???] his secretary's mopping [???] He's got the cash, he can afford just what he likes He's got a house in the country, yeah And 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 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, all right! Well, he got his job when drunken Daddy tumbled down the stairs From that day this boy is having more than his share One of these days I'm gonna knock him off his throne See, he's got a house in the country, yeah And a big sports car He's got a house in the country, yeah And a big sports car And he's oh so smug, oh yeah It doesn't matter much to him 'Cause he's got a house in the country Where he likes to spend his weekend days Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right House in the country A house in the country A house in the country A house in the country