Lyrics
Oh boy, I'm feeling great
The air evaporates
Into the English blue
Out where the money speaks
Into your ear so sweet
It's like you're pulled to it
The coast elaborates, oh
You're not sailing straight
This yacht's in need of a crew
Out where the money sleeps
The air so honey sweet
You'll take a lick of the spoon
You say that you're sick of the stress
So you're leaving here on Monday
Moving to the country
Blue skies, rolling ahead
And the birds are always singing
Out for for easy living
You're in the money seats
Egyptian cotton sheets
You know they pay for this view
The Golden Watch Brigade
Don't ever watch the game
Oh, no they're waiting
Beyond the electric gates
The houses stand so straight
And gardens roll out on cue
Back in the valley there oh, with all your money and friends
Summer cuts you right through
You say that you're sick of the stress
So you're leaving here on Monday
Moving to the country
Fresh air and a four-poster bed
And the birds are always singing
Out for easy living
Red racing car
Oh, raise the bar
Roll top, roll on through
Red racing car
Your ma' and pa'
You know, you know, you know they're proud of you
Oh, you say that you're sick of the stress
So you're leaving here on Monday
Moving to the country
Blue skies, rolling ahead and the birds
Are always singing out for easy living
Boo-hoo, you're not feeling your best
So you're leaving here on Monday
Moving to the country
Blue skies rolling ahead and the birds
Are always singing out for easy living