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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