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