[00:00.000] 作词 : John, Taupin
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin
[00:07.090]When are ya gonna come down?
[00:11.070]When are ya going to land?
[00:15.050]I should have stayed on the farm.
[00:18.270]Should have listened to my old man~
[00:22.650]You know you can't hold me forever.
[00:27.440]I didn't sign up with you.
[00:31.290]I'm nat a present for your friends to open.
[00:35.530]This boy's too young to be singin' the blues.
[00:51.050]So goodbye to yellow bricl,
[00:55.210]road where the dogs of society hound.
[00:58.760]You can t plant me in your pent- house.
[01:02.720]I'm going back to my plow,
[01:06.550]back to the horny-back toad.
[01:16.480]Oh I finally decided my future lies
[01:20.590]beyond the yellow brick road.....
[01:38.400]What do you think you'll do there.
[01:42.490]I bet that'll shoot down your plane.
[01:47.090]It'll take vou a couple of volka and tonics to
[01:51.930]set you on your feet again.
[01:55.540]Maybe you'll get a replacemert.
[01:58.960]There's plenty like me to be found.
[02:03.300]Mongrels who ain't got a penny.
[02:07.370]Singing for tidbits like you on the ground.....
[02:21.790]So goodbye to yellow bricl,
[02:27.410]road where the dogs of society hound.
[02:31.240]You can t plant me in your pent- house.
[02:35.080]I'm goin' back to my plow,
[02:39.370]back to the horny-back toad.
[02:48.910]Oh I finally decided my future lies
[02:53.670]beyond the yellow brick road.....

作词 : John, Taupin
作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin
When are ya gonna come down?
When are ya going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm.
Should have listened to my old man~
You know you can't hold me forever.
I didn't sign up with you.
I'm nat a present for your friends to open.
This boy's too young to be singin' the blues.
So goodbye to yellow bricl,
road where the dogs of society hound.
You can t plant me in your pent- house.
I'm going back to my plow,
back to the horny-back toad.
Oh I finally decided my future lies
beyond the yellow brick road.....
What do you think you'll do there.
I bet that'll shoot down your plane.
It'll take vou a couple of volka and tonics to
set you on your feet again.
Maybe you'll get a replacemert.
There's plenty like me to be found.
Mongrels who ain't got a penny.
Singing for tidbits like you on the ground.....
So goodbye to yellow bricl,
road where the dogs of society hound.
You can t plant me in your pent- house.
I'm goin' back to my plow,
back to the horny-back toad.
Oh I finally decided my future lies
beyond the yellow brick road.....