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 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 tidbits like you on the ground
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