Songtext von House In The Country

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 has more than had 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