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 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
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyound the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet they'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 tib-bits like you.
On the ground
(* Repeat)