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      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 tidbits like you on the ground