Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (Live At Hammersmith Odeon, London/ 1973)
When are you
gonna come down?
When are you
going to land?
I should have stayed
on the farm
I 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
This boy's too young
to be singing the blues
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 howlin
old owl in the woods
Hunting
the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided
my future lies
Beyond
the yellow brick road
(Oh)
Ah・・・
What do you think
you'll do then?
I bet that'll
shoot down your plane
It'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
Who's different chick
like you・・・ Ah 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 howlin
old owl in the woods
Hunting
the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided
my future lies
Beyond
the yellow brick road
(Oh)
Ah・・・
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (Live At Hammersmith Odeon, London/ 1973)LRC歌词
When are you
gonna come down?
When are you
going to land?
I should have stayed
on the farm
I 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
This boy's too young
to be singing the blues
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 howlin
old owl in the woods
Hunting
the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided
my future lies
Beyond
the yellow brick road
(Oh)
Ah・・・
What do you think
you'll do then?
I bet that'll
shoot down your plane
It'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
Who's different chick
like you・・・ Ah 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 howlin
old owl in the woods
Hunting
the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided
my future lies
Beyond
the yellow brick road
(Oh)
Ah・・・