I've got a little red bow
And I bought it for you
'Cause I know you're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
And you color my skin
And the colors don't blend
'Cause I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
'Cause I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
Like home

I've, got a southern belle too [bad word] red shoes
With a body of straw
Are you sick of it all?
There's a man made of tin
With an oil can grin
And I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
And I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
 [bad word] ]
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
technicolorful life
Can I stand by your side?
We can make it alright

Like home
 [bad word] ]
'Cause I'm home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white

technicolorful life
Then another arrived
It's a cowardly lion
What I want from this world
What I wanna resolve
When I want you to stay
So I wash you away
I don't wanna be bold
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna grow old
I don't wanna go home