When are you going to come down?
When are you gonna land?
I am 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 not plant me in your penthouse,
I am going back to my plough.
Back to the howling old owl in the woods,
Hunting the horny back toad.
Oh I have finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you will do then?
I bet that´ll shoot down your plane.
It will take you a couple of vodka & tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you will get a replacement,
Theres plenty like me to be found.
Mongrels, who aint got a penny,
Sniffing for tit-bits like you on the ground
So goodbye yellow brick road,
Where the dogs of society howl.
You can not plant me in your penthouse,
I am going back to my plough.
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
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