When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
Should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't singn up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues ah
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 hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
beyound the yellow brick road ah
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 tibits like you on the ground ah