Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
Hunting the horny back toad
Beyond the yellow brick road
I didn't sign up with you
I'm going back to my plough
Where the dogs of society howl
What do you think you'll do then
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
So goodbye yellow brick road
You can't plant me in your penthouse
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
I should have listened to my old man
I should have stayed on the farm
You can't plant me in your penthouse
Maybe you'll get a replacement
I'm going back to my plough
Where the dogs of society howl
There's plenty like me to be found
So goodbye yellow brick road
To set you on your feet again
I'm not a present for your friends to open
You know you can't hold me forever
