text: When are you gonna come down?
  When are you goin to land?
  I shouldve stayed on the farm
  I should have listened to my old man
  Maybe youll get a replacement
  Theres plenty like me to be found
  Mongrels who aint got a penny
  Sniffin for tidbits like you on the ground
  So goodbye, yellow brick road
  Where the dogs of society howl
  You cant plant me in your penthouse
  Im goin back to my plough
  Back to the howling, old owl in the woods
  Hunting the horny-back toad
  Oh, Ive finally decided my future lies
  Beyond the yellow brick road
  So what do you think youll do, then?
  Bet theyll shoot down your plane
  Itll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
  To set you on your feet again
  You know they cant hold you forever
  I didnt sign up with you
  Im not a present for your friends to open
  This boys too young to be singing the blues, ah, ah
  So goodbye, yellow brick road
  Where the dogs of society howl
  You cant plant me in your penthouse
  Im goin back to my plough
  Back to the howling, old owl in the woods
  Hunting the horny-back toad
  Oh, Ive finally decided my future lies
  Beyond the yellow brick road, ah, ah