When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
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 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
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
Maybe you'll get a replacement,
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels, who ain't got a penny,
Sniffing for tit-bits like you on the ground
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