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There is something sintiser and yet weirdly fascinating about people who are attracted by preachers who yell condescendingly at them. Is it is a form of sadomasochism? Or perhaps it is simply an escape from personal responsibility? In any case, people who flock to such are not living in the real world, they're living in Green Acres.Green acres is the place for me.Farm livin' is the life for me.Land spreadin' out so far and wideKeep Manhattan, just give me that countryside. New York is where I'd rather stay.I get allergic smelling hay.I just adore a penthouse view.Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue. The chores. The stores. Fresh air. Times Square You are my wife.Good bye, city life.Green Acres we are there.