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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 canīt hold me forever
I didnīt sign up with you
Iīm not a present for your friends to open
This boyīs too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You canīt plant me in your penthouse
Iīm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh Iīve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think youīll do then
I bet thatīll shoot down your plane
Itīll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe youīll get a replacement
Thereīs plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ainīt got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground