When are you gonna come down?
And when are you going to land?
I'm not a present for your friends to open,
This girl's too young to be singing

The blues
ahhh ahhh ahhh
ahhh ahhh ahhh

So goodbye yellow brick road,
Where the dogs of society howl
Can't plant me in your penthouse,
I'm going back to my plow

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
So I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

ahhh ahhh ahhh
ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh

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