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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex James
Bass Guitar
Damon Albarn
Keyboards
Dave Rowntree
Drums
Graham Coxon
Background Vocals
Simon Clarke
Saxophone
Tim Sanders
Saxophone
Neil Sidwell
Trombone
Roddy Lorimer
Trumpet
The Kick Horns
Horn Section
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex James
Composer
Damon Albarn
Composer
Dave Rowntree
Composer
Graham Coxon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julia Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Tom Girling
Assistant Engineer
John Smith
Engineer
Stephen Street
Producer
Lyrics
So the story begins
City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself "Oops, I've got a lot of money (I got 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 (it preys on him)
He's getting thin (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, lots of rural charm in the country
He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going jackanory (jackanory)
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland (close your eyes, yeah)
Oh, it's the century's remedy
For the faint at heart (faint at heart)
A brand-new start (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?
Oh, 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
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
La, la, la, la
I wanna be
I wanna be
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Alexander James Steven, Graham Leslie Coxon, Alexander Rowntree David
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