Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road C/ Fine Frenzy

(Elton John)

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 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