When are you gonna come down?
Not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye in the green room
Where the dogs have society out
Can't let me in your penthouse
Can't let me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my club
Back to the holly hole out in the woods
Hunting the holy back toe
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow break room
What do you think you'll do then?
I'll bet they'll shoot down the plane
I'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tips like you
On the ground
On the ground
On the ground

On the ground
On the ground



Goodbye, yellow brick road
Where the dogs will love society how
They can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plow
Back to the holly hole out in the woods
Hunting the holy black towel
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road