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