Give Me The Simple Life (From Father Of The Bride, Part II) - Steve Tyrell

Folks are blessed who make the best of everyday

Living by their own philosophy everyone

Who needs the sun must find a way

And I have found the only way for me

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 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

Some like the high road I like the low road

Free from the care and strife

Sounds corny and seedy but yes indeed-y;

I like the simple life

Life could be thrillin' with one whose willin'

To be a farmers wife it's calling me happy

Sure make(s) me happy Give me the simple life