When are you going to 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 howls
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 if
I bet they'll shoot down your plane
It will take you a couple of vodka and tonic
To set you on your feet again

I'll bet you find a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Searching for tidbits like you on the ground

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howls
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
To hunt the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided that my future lies
Beyond the yellow bridge road