Simple Men - Momus

The simple men live the simple

Life in big log cabins

They're best of friends with a

Simpleton and a horse called Dobbins

Their yards resound with the

Simple sound of blackbirds and robins

And their wives make simple

Samplers with thimbles and bobbins

We envy them the simple men

The simple men we envy them

We envy the simple men

We envy them the simple men

We envy them the simple men

The simple men we envy them

They're terribly superstitious

Fear the ghost and the gollum

They sit in a chair in the mountain

Air and breathe in the pollen

Their tweeds and plaids are

Homespun adorned with a sporran

They're always at war with the

Valley folk because they are foreign

We envy them the simple men

The simple men we envy them

We envy the simple men

We envy them the simple men

We envy them the simple men

The simple men we envy them

Funny how it seems the

More that we evolve

The more the basic problems

Of our lives get solved

The more we yearn for harder

Simpler times back when

We envy them the simple men

Their pigs have lice and their rats

Have mice and their dogs have rabies

They dig in the muck to make graves

They mark with the names of their babies

They beat their wives it serves

Them right it's in Deuteronomy

And for their simple daughters

They reserve clitorectomy

We envy them the simple men

The simple men we envy them

We envy the simple men

We envy them the simple men

We envy them the simple men

The simple men we envy them

Funny how the symbols of humanity

Turn out to be the images of brutality

Projecting soul on the soulless again

We envy them the simple men