@migu music@

When are ya gonna come down?

When are ya going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm.

Should have listened to my old man~

You know you can't hold me forever.

I didn't sign up with you.

I'm nat a present for your friends to open.

This boy's too young to be singin' the blues.

So goodbye to yellow bricl,

road where the dogs of society hound.

You can t plant me in your pent- house.

I'm going back to my plow,

back to the horny-back toad.

Oh I finally decided my future lies

beyond the yellow brick road.....

What do you think you'll do there.

I bet that'll shoot down your plane.

It'll take vou a couple of volka and tonics to

set you on your feet again.

Maybe you'll get a replacemert.

There's plenty like me to be found.

Mongrels who ain't got a penny.

Singing for tidbits like you on the ground.....

So goodbye to yellow bricl,

road where the dogs of society hound.

You can t plant me in your pent- house.

I'm goin' back to my plow,

back to the horny-back toad.

Oh I finally decided my future lies

beyond the yellow brick road.....