Pete Quaife - House in the Country 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 home 'Cause he's gotta house in the country And a big sports car He's gotta house in the country And a big sports car But he ain't gotta home, oh no And he's as wicked as he can be 'Cause he's gotta house in the country Where he likes to spend his weekend days Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right Well, he got his job when drunken Daddy tumbled down the stairs From that very day this boy is more than having his share One of these days I'm gonna knock him off of his throne 'Cause he's gotta house in the country And a big sports car He's gotta house in the country And a big sports car And he's oh so smug, oh yeah He's got everything he needs 'Cause he's gotta house in the country Where he likes to spend his weekend days Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right And he's oh so smug, oh yeah He's got everything he needs 'Cause he's gotta house in the country And a big sports car He's gotta house in the country And a big sports car But he's socially dead, oh yeah And it don't matter much to him 'Cause he's gotta house in the country Where he likes to spend his weekend days Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right House in the country House in the country House in the country House in the country