When are you going to 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.
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 tid-bits like you on the ground
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