When are you going to land?
You should have stayed on the farm
You should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
As boys too young to be singing
So goodbye yellow gray crow
Where the guns of society howl
You can't plant me in your bed, mouse
I'm going back to my plow
Hunting the horny black toad
Ooh, I've finally decided
Beyond the yellow brick road
It'll take you a couple of vodka tonics
to set you on your feet again
May be you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Monroe, who ain't got a penny,
sitting for ten minutes 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 plow
Huntin' the horny black toad
Oh, I finally decided my future lies
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