(So the story begins) 
City dweller                               College dwellers
  Successful fella                           Successful fellas
Thought to himself:                        Thought to themselves
"Oops, I've got a lot of money             "Whoops, we've got a lot of neighbours
Caught up in a rat race                    Lo-sing Nagi's trousers
Terminally                                 Frequently
I'm a professional cynic                   We're professional students
  But my heart's not in it                   But our hearts aren't in it
I'm paying the price                       Paying the price
  of living life at the limit                of drinking too many spirits
Caught up in the century's anxiety"        Caught up in the Cambridge anxiety"
Yes, it preys on him                       Room ballot's here
He's getting thin                          For the third year:
  (Try the simple life)                      (Form a Lads group)
    
	  He lives in a house                   Oh, we live in a house
	  A very big house                      A very big house
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
	  Watching afternoon repeats            Watching afternoon repeats
	  And the food he eats                  Don't care what food we eat
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
	  He takes all manner of pills          Floor sees all manner of spills
	  And piles up analyst bills            And mailbox crammed with bills
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
	  Oh, it's like an animal farm          Papers cover the floor
	  That's the rural charm                ICQing next door
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
    
He's got morning glory                     We've got two shared showers
  and life's a different story               Fans of Austin Powers
Everything's going Jackanory               Alex and Serge RPG for ho-urs
Touched with his own mortality             Pla-ying on Final Fantasy
He's reading Balzac,                       Dan reads a classic
  knocking back Prozac                       Swings his squash racket
It's a helping hand			   It's a friendly game
  that makes you feel wonderfully bland      but always leaves Nagi la-ame
Oh, it's a century's remedy	 	   Oh, it's his favourite activit-y
For the faint at heart                     For the brave of heart
A new start                                Stolichnaya apart
  (Try the simple life)                       (Try the Sainsbury's stuff)
    
	  He lives in a house                   Oh, we live in a house
	  A very big house                      A very big house
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
	  He's got a fog in his chest           We've got an Eeyore downstairs
	  So he needs a lot of rest             Teddies filling Alan's chairs
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
	  He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh        We all drink, VoD, laugh
	  Takes herbal baths                    Take communal baths
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams
	  You should come to no harm            You should come to no harm
	  On the animal farm                    On the animal farm
	   In the country                        In 6 Adams

	(Blow, blow me out, 		     (Matt, Simon Tim,
         I am so sad, I don't know why)	      And Bertie too, we'll miss you guys)

	(Blow, blow me out, 		     (Lads, in the house,
         I am so sad, I don't know why)	      This place is mad, we all know why...)