When are you [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
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