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So the story begins:
City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself, Oops, I've got a lot of money (lot of money)
Caught in a rat race terminally
I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit (to the limit)
Caught in the century's anxiety
Yes it preys on him (preys on him)
He's getting thin (getting thin) {tricycle life}
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
(ooh la la ooh) Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
(ooh la la ooh) Oh, it's like an animal farm, lots of rural charm in the country
He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going jackanorry (jackanorry)
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac and knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
(close your eyes child)
Oh, it's the century's remedy
For the faint at heart (faint at heart)
A new start (new start) {tricycle life}
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