Give Me the Simple Life (From Father of the Bride, Pt. II)

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 pappy sure make(s) me happy Give me the simple life.