Home
I've got a little red bowAnd I bought it for you'Cause I know you're not fairI don't get it, oh wellAnd you color my skinAnd the colors don't blend'Cause I'm gonna get youAnd your little dog tooThere's a yellow brick roadThat we follow back home'Cause I know you can't waitYour belligerent hateThere's no place like homeThere's no place like homeLike home
I've, got a southern belle tooAnd ruby red shoesWith a body of strawAre you sick of it allThere's a man made of tinWith an oil can grinAnd I'm gonna get youAnd your little dog tooThere's a yellow brick roadThat we follow back homeAnd I know you can't waitYour belligerent hateThere's no place like homeThere's no place like home
There's a little white porchAnd you wanted it soCan you let me go downTo the end of the roadIn the black and the whiteA technicolorful lifeCan I stand by your sideWe can make it alright
Like home
'Cause I'm at homeThere's a little white porchAnd you wanted it soCan you let me go downTo the end of the roadIn the black and the white
A technicolorful lifeThen another arrivedIt's a cowardly lionWhat I want from this worldWhat I wanna resolveWhen I want you to staySo I wash you awayI don't wanna be boldI don't wanna be coldI don't wanna grow oldI don't wanna go home