text: 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 cant hold me 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-ah, ah-ah
  Ah-ah-ah, ah
  So goodbye yellow brick road
  Where the dogs of society howl
  You cant plant me in your penthouse
  Im going 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-ah, ah-ah
  Ah-ah-ah, ah
  What do you think youll do, then?
  I bet theyll shoot down the plane
  Itll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
  To set you on your feet again
  Maybe youll get a replacement
  Theres plenty like me to be found
  Mongrels who aint got a penny
  Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
  Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
  Ah-ah-ah, ah
  So goodbye yellow brick road
  Where the dogs of society howl
  You cant plant me in your penthouse
  Im going 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-ah, ah-ah
  Ah-ah-ah, ah...