When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should've listened to my old man
You cannot hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This girl's to 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 howlin' old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny black toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then?
They'll probably shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple 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
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 howlin' old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny black toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
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