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 ^^&$#* 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