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