Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy - Elton John

Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero

Just someone his mother might know

Very clearly a case of corn flakes and classics

Two teas both with sugar please, in the back of an alley

While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles

Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer

For it’s hay make and, hey mom, do the papers say anything good?

Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys?

Should I make my way out of my home in the woods?

Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing, city slick Captain

Fantastic the feedback, the honey the hive could be holding

For there’s weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter

Broken young children on wheels of the winner

And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning

For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range

Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change

We’ve thrown in the towel too many times out for the count

And when we’re down Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy

From the end of the world to your town

And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us couldn’t fool us For we were spinning out our lines walking on the wire, hand in hand

Went Music and the rhyme, the Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring

From here on sonny, sonny, sonny, it’s a long and lonely climb

For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range

Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change

We’ve thrown in the towel too many times out for the count

When we’re down Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy

From the end of the world to your town

We’ve thrown in the towel too many times out for the count

And when we’re down Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy

From the end of the world to your town