| 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 of 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, indeed |
| Give me the simple life |
| 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 of 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, indeed |
| Give me, oh, give me, oh, give me the simple life |