Elton John
A, Ab, Am, Bb, Bbm, C, D, Db, Dm, Eb, F, G, Gm
When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
Should have stayed on the farm
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
hoping the boy's too young to be singing the blues, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
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Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plow
Back to the howlin' old island of woods
Huntin' a horny black toad
Oh, I finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick
Oh
What do you think you'll do then?
I'll 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
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Hunting a horny black toad
Oh, I finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick
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