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 fore
ver
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 pent
house
I'm going back to my
plough
Back to the howling old
owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back
toad
Oh, I've
finally deci
ded my
future lies
Beyond the
yellow brick
road
Ah...
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 replace
ment
There's plenty like me to be
found
Mongrels who
ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tid-bits 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 pent
house
I'm going back to my
plough
Back to the howling old
owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back
toad
Oh, I've
finally deci
ded my
future lies
Beyond the
yellow brick
road
Ah..
Ah...
