I Don't Believe In Frettin' And Grievin';
Why Mess Around With Strife'
I Never Was Cut Out To Step And Strut Out.
Give Me The Simple Life.

Some Find It Pleasant Dining On Pheasant.
Those Things Roll Off My Knife;
Just Serve Me Tomatoes; And Mashed Potatoes;
Give Me The Simple Life.

A Cottage Small If All I'm After,
Not One That's Spacious And Wide.
A House That Rings With Joy And Laughter
And The Ones You Love Inside.

Some Like The High Road, I Like The Low Road,
Free From The Care And Strife.
Sounds Corny And Seedy, But Yes, Indeed-y;
Give Me The Simple Life.