So Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Where the dogs of society howl;
You can't plant me in your penthouse,
I'm going on back to my plow.
Back to the howlin' old owl in the woods
huntin' the horny-back toad.
Oh I've finally decided my future lies,
beyond the yellow brick road.
More later.
You can't plant me in your penthouse,
I'm going on back to my plow.
Back to the howlin' old owl in the woods
huntin' the horny-back toad.
Oh I've finally decided my future lies,
beyond the yellow brick road.
More later.
posted by lulu | 8:59 AM
1 Comments:
Hmm.
Now I am intrigued, and a bit worried.
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