Har hittat en nerskrift där jag har försökt tyda Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Det måste vara 1973, jag är tolv år och låten är precis ny. Förmodligen har jag lyssnat på den tusentals gånger redan, ändå har jag inte lyckats sätta titeln. Sjung med!

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Elton John

Hey gone come down
When I\'m going to (laune)
Should I stayed on the farm
Should I listen to may and may
You now you come home foreever
I didn\'t say not to you
A not of pritons for youre friends to old
The boys to young to they singing

Now, oooooooooooooooooh
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,

So goodbye yellowbird rose
And the doctor saying to help
You cant plant me in the planthouse
I\'m blowing back to my blow
Back to the kalender,
That in the wotes
What in the handeles toews
Oh I\'m back to the safe in my saturlais,
The young yellowre

oooooooooooooooooooooh
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

What do you think you do Ann?
Better shouts down the plane
Either take you a caveler backer in town
Sate you on the feet again

Mayby you get a raplaceman
Its tenner likes me to be fownd
Mambrows to angle get feardy
Skiffing for tefes likes you, On a

oooooooooooooooooooooh
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

/På nästa sida fortsätter en fantastisk fonetisk avskrift av "Take me home country road" (wesper dinyea, mounten mama..."). Längst ner finns en slänging hälsning från min fem år äldre bror som snokat:

HA HA MYCKET FELSTAVNINGGGGAR


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Här är originaltexten:

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