When are you gonna come down,
When are you 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 not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
Bridge:
The blues...
Ah-ah-ah...
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
Bridge:
Road...
Ah-ah-ah...
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.
May 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
Bridge:
The ground...
Ah-ah-ah...
Bridge:
Road...
Ah-ah-ah...