When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I shoud have stayed on the farm.
I shoud 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 own 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 they'll shoot down your plane.
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics.
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'l get a replacement,
there's plenty like me to be found.
Mongrels,who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tit-bits like you on the ground