Lyrics:

1966
Performer Pretty Things
Title A house in the country
Lyrictext

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
And a, a big sports car
He's got a, a house in the country
And a, 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 day
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
And a, a big sports car
He's got a, a house in the country
And a, 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
Well, alright

Well, he got his job when drunken daddy tumbled down the stairs
From that day this poetry has had more than his share
One of these days I'm gonna knock him off that throne

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

But he's 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
Alright

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