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