I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';
Why mess around with strife?
Guess I was cut out to step and strut out.
Give me the simple life.
Must be pleasant dining on pheasant.
Using the proper knife;
I want tomatoes, mashed potatoes,
Give me the simple life.
A cottage small is all I'm after,
Not one that's spacious and wide.
A house that rings with joy and laughter
With the ones you love inside.
You'll take the high road,
I'll take the low road,
Free from all care and strife.
Sounds corny and seedy,
Oh yes, indeed
Give me the simple life.
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