. 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
. 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
. 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
The moon was yellow, and the night was young. A smile brought us together, and I was wond'ring whether. We'd meet again someday. The moon was yellow, and a song was sung. That vocal inspiration
It's late December, the New Year's never coming. Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat. The sun is silent, there's a cold rain gonna come on. No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is. Black and yellow, black and yellow. Black and yellow, black and yellow. Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is. Black and yellow, black and yellow. Black and yellow
you still want me Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree. It's been three long years, do you still want me?. If I don't see a ribbon round the ole oak tree. I'll stay on the bus, forget