Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

When you were gonna come down

When you're 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 am not a present for your friends

To open this boy is too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Where the dogs of society howl

You can plant me in your penthouse

I'm going back to my plot

Back to the Holy North, all the woods

Hunting the horny bacto

Oh, I've finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick road

Ro-o-o-o-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a

mongrels who ain't got a pen

sneakin' for t-bits like you on the ground

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl

You can plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plow

Back to the hall, you know, all the woods

Hunting the horny back toe

Ooh, I finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick road