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 cant hold me forever I didnt sign up with you Im not a present for your friends to open This boys too young to be singing the blues chorus So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You cant plant me in your penthouse Im going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh Ive finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think youll do then I bet thatll shoot down your plane Itll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe youll get a replacement Theres plenty like me to be found Mongrels who aint got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground [repeat chorus]
Posted on: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 18:15:27 +0000