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