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 they'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 tid-bits like you on the ground       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