When are ya gonna come down?
When are ya 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 nat a present for your friends to open.
This boy's too young to be singin' the blues.
So goodbye to yellow bricl,
road where the dogs of society hound.
You can t plant me in your pent- house.
I'm going back to my plow,
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I finally decided my future lies
beyond the yellow brick road.
What do you think you'll do there.
I bet that'll shoot down your plane.
It'll take you a couple of volka and tonics to
set you on your feet again.
Maybe you'll get a replacemert.
There's plenty like me to be found.
Mongrels who ain't got a penny.
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
So goodbye to yellow bricl,
road where the dogs of society hound.
You can t plant me in your pent- house.
I'm goin' back to my plow,
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I finally decided my future lies
beyond the yellow brick road.