When are you gon' 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 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 going back to my plow

Back to the howling old owl in the woods

Hunting the horny black toad

Oh I've finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick

road... Ah..... Ah......

[VERSE 2]

What do you think you'll do then?

I bet to 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 titbits like you on the

ground... Ah.... Ah....