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

You just didn't know me I'm the hunter If travel is searching And home what's been found I'm not stopping I'm goin' hunting I'll bring back the goods But I don't know when I thought, I could organize freedom