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