Goodbye Yellow Brick Road sing and play along

When are you gonna come down?

I When are that you goin' down to land?

I should have a stayed on the farm,

ka and should have to listened to my feet 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 got to open;

this boy's ing too young to be singing on the blues.

Ah.

Ah.

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 howling old owl in the woods,

hunting the hornybacked toad.

Oh, I've fin'lly decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

What do you think you'll do then?

I bet are that 'll shoot down your plane.

It'll take you a couple of vod ka and tonics to set you on your feet again.

You Maybe you'll get a replacement;

there's plenty like me to found,

I'm mongrels present for who ain't got a penny,

this sniff ing for tidbits like you ing on the ground.

Ah.

Ah.

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 howling old owl in the woods,

hunting the hornybacked toad.

Oh, I've fin'lly decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.