When are you gonna come down
When are you gonna 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
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

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
Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah
Ah
What do you think
you`ll do then

I bet they 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
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

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
Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah
Ah