GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
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.
© 1973 Dick James Music Limited
