Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Amy Wadge

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm

I should’ve listened to my old man

You cannot hold me forever

I didn’t sign up with you

I’m not a present for your friends to open

This girl’s to 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 howlin' old owl in the woods

Hunting the horny black toad

Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you’ll do then?

They’ll probably shoot down your plane

It’ll take you a couple 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

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 howlin' old owl in the woods

Hunting the horny black toad

Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick road