When are you gonna come downWhen are you going to landI should have stayed on the farmI should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me foreverI didn't sign up with youI'm not a present for your friends to openThis boy's too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye yellow brick roadWhere the dogs of society howlYou can't plant me in your penthouseI'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woodsHunting the horny back toadOh I've finally decided my future liesBeyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do thenI bet that'll shoot down your planeIt'll take you a couple of vodka and tonicsTo set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacementThere's plenty like me to be foundMongrels who ain't got a pennySniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
― Fritz Wollner (Fritz), Thursday, 19 December 2002 18:05 (twenty-three years ago)
what?
― Fritz Wollner (Fritz), Thursday, 19 December 2002 18:07 (twenty-three years ago)
Even so, it always struck me as bizarre too that Taupin would describe a person as a "tidbit". But then his lyrics were often overly abstract in those days.
― Jeff W (Jeff W), Thursday, 19 December 2002 18:13 (twenty-three years ago)
― JasonD (JasonD), Thursday, 19 December 2002 18:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― piscesboy, Thursday, 19 December 2002 18:24 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nate Patrin (Nate Patrin), Friday, 20 December 2002 01:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sean (Sean), Friday, 20 December 2002 02:37 (twenty-three years ago)