"GoodBye Yellow Road When are you going to 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. 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 horny back toad. Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road 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, Sniffing for tid-bits like you on the ground"

"GoodBye Yellow Road When are you going to 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. 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 horny back toad. Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road 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, Sniffing for tid-bits like you on the ground"

"I Guess That Is What You Call It The Blues Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever Between you and me I could honestly say That things can only get better And while I'm away Dust out the demons inside And it won't be long Before you and me run To the place in our hearts Where we hide And I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Laughing like children Living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why They call it the blues Just stare into space Picture my face in your hands Live for each second Without hesitation And never forget I'm your man Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself"