歌词
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 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
Ah ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-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 road
Ah ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
What do you think you'll do then
I bet they'll shoot down the plane
It'll take you a couple of
vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe 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 the ground
Ah ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-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 road
Ah ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah