One way or another, I'm gonna find ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya.
I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha.
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha.
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha.
I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down I'll see who's around.
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya.
I'll getcha, I'll getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya.
I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha.
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha.
I'll meetcha, ah.
And if the lights are all out, I'll follow your bus downtown, see who's hangin' out.
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna give you the slip.
A slip of the lip, or another, I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya.
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya.
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna give you the slip.
I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall, where I can see it all, find out who ya call.
Lead you to the supermarket, check out some specials and rat food.
Get lost in the crowd.
One way or another, I'm gonna getcha.
I'll getcha.
I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha.
Where I can see it all, find out who ya call.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 tit-bits 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