"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 for 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 owl 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 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 replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits
like you on the ground
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 owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided My future lies
beyond the yellow brick road
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 owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided
My future lies
Oh I've finally decided
My future lies
Oh I've finally decided
My future lies
beyond the yellow brick road
"