[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?
[00:10.770]When are ya gnin' to land?
[00:14.750]I should have stayed on the farm.
[00:17.970]Should have listened to my old man~
[00:21.750]Ya know ya can't hold me fore~er.
[00:26.540]I didn't sign up with you.
[00:30.390]I'm nat a present for your friends to open.
[00:34.630]This boy's too young to be singin' the blues.
[00:50.150]So goodbye to yellow bricl,
[00:54.310]road where the dogs of society hound.
[00:57.860]You can t plant me in your pent- house.
[01:01.820]I'm goin' back to my plow,
[01:05.650]back to the horny-back toad.
[01:15.580]Oh I finally decided my future lies
[01:19.690]beyond the yellow brick road.....
[01:37.500]What do you think you'll do there.
[01:41.590]I bet that'll shoot down your plane.
[01:45.590]It'll take vou a couple of volka and tonics to
[01:50.430]set you on your feet again.
[01:54.040]Maybe you'll get a replacemert.
[01:57.460]There's plenty like me to be found.
[02:01.800]Mongrels who ain't got a penny.
[02:05.870]Singin' for tidbits 1ike you on the ground.....
[02:20.290]So goodbye to yellow bricl,
[02:25.910]road where the dogs of society hound.
[02:29.740]You can t plant me in your pent- house.
[02:33.580]I'm goin' back to my plow,
[02:37.870]back to the horny-back toad.
[02:46.510]Oh I finally decided my future lies
[02:51.270]beyond the yellow brick road.....

作词 : John, Taupin
作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin
When are ya gonna come down?
When are ya gnin' to land?
I should have stayed on the farm.
Should have listened to my old man~
Ya know ya can't hold me fore~er.
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 goin' 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.
Singin' for tidbits 1ike 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.....