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