So goodbye yellow brick roadWhere the dogs of society howlYou can't plant me in your penthouseI'm going back to my plough8Back to the howling old owl in the woodsHunting the horny back toadOh, I've finally decided my future liesBeyond the yellow brick roadAh, ahWhat do you think you'll do then?I bet they'll shoot down the planeIt'll take you a couple of vodka and tonicsTo set you on your feet againMaybe you'll get a replacementThere's plenty like me to be foundMongrels who ain't got a pennySniffing for tidbits like youOn the ground, ah, ah
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 plough8 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 Ah, ah What do you think you'll do then? I bet they'll shoot down the 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, ah, ah