When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land I should
have stayed on the farm I should
have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you I'm not
a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
the blues
So goodbye yellow brick road
where the dogs of society howl You
can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in
the woods Hunting the horny back
toad Oh I've finally decided
My future lies beyond the yellow
brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and
tonics to set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny sniffing
for tidbits like you on the ground
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