Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm,
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 to 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 plow.

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?
Bet that'll shoot down your plane.

It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To get you on your feet again.

Maybe you'll get a replacement,
There's many like me to be found;

Mongrels who ain't got a penny,
Looking for tidbits like you on the ground
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 plow.

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.