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"Goodbye To Your Old Hold"
Sung to the tune of "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John
Written by CK
When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
You need to pick up your hold
You should listen to me, old man
You know we can’t hold it forever
You didn’t sign up for that
It’s not a present for you to never open
This book’s too young to be a doormat.
So goodbye to your old hold
Where the books of society dwell
You can’t expect it to wait there
It’s going back to the shelf
Back to the top shelf on the right
Next to the one on self-help
Oh it’s finally time for it to go
Beyond the blonde hold shelf
What did you think we’d do with it
Just let it sit and wait
It’d take you a couple of seconds to swing by
To check it out and head for the gate
Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like it to be found
But if you ain’t got a penny
You know we’ll always be around
So goodbye to your old hold
Where the books of society dwell
You can’t expect it to wait there
It’s going back to the shelf
Back to the top shelf on the right
Next to the one on self-help
Oh it’s finally time for it to go
Beyond the blonde hold shelf
Original Lyrics - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John
When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
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 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 brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
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 brick road
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