Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
When are you gonna come down?When are you going to land?I should have stayed on the farmI should have listened to my old man
You know you can’t hold me foreverI didn’t sign up with youI’m not a present for your friends to openThis boy’s too young to be singingThe blues, ah, ah
So goodbye yellow brick roadWhere the dogs of society howlYou can’t plant me in your penthouseI’m going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woodsHunting the horny back toadOh, I’ve finally decided my future liesBeyond the yellow brick roadAh, ah
What do you think you’ll do then?I bet they’ll shoot down the planeIt’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonicsTo set you on your feet again
Maybe you’ll get a replacementThere’s plenty like me to be foundMongrels who ain’t got a pennySniffing for tidbits like youOn the ground, ah, ah
So goodbye yellow brick roadWhere the dogs of society howlYou can’t plant me in your penthouseI’m going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woodsHunting the horny back toadOh, I’ve finally decided my future liesBeyond the yellow brick roadAh, ah