When are you gonna come down
I when are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
Should have listened to my old man
You no you can’t hold me for ever
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~
(repeat)
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of so ciety how
You can’t pland me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the homy back toad
Oh i’ve fin’ly decided my future lies
Beyound the yellow bridk road
What do you think you’ll do then
Bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to
set you on your feet again
May be you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Singing for titbits like you
on the ground
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