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 ah ah
So goodbye yellow brick road where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm goin' back to my plough back to the howlin' old owl in the woods huntin' the horny back toad
Oh I've finaly decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road ah ah ah
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'll get a replacement there's plenty like me to be found mongrels who ain't got a penny sniffin' for titbits like you on the ground ah ah
So goodbye yellow brick road where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm goin' back to my plough back to the howlin' old owl in the woods huntin' the horny back toad
Oh I've finaly decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road ah ah ah