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 plow
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 tidbits 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 plow
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