| 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 |