I don't believe in fretting and grieving,
why mess around with strife?
I never was cut out to step and strut out,
give me the sip of 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 is 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 indeedy,
give me the simple life.
Living I find is best when your mind is keen as a carving knife.
When dawn comes a creeper,
I'm oversleeping, give me the simple life.
I like to whittle and play a little tune on a
ten cent fife.
I don't aim to worry, a solo hurry,
give me the simple life.
I greet
the day when I awaken,
the sky is clear up above.
I like my scrambled eggs and
bacon with someone that I love.
Life could be thrilling with one who's
willing to settle down as man and wife,
with loving and laughter forever after.
Give me the simple life.