I've Got A Little Red Bow
And I Bought It Fore You
'cause I Know You're Not Fair
I Don't Get It, Oh Well
And You Color My Skin
And The Colors Don't Blend
'cause I'm Gonna Get You
And Your Little Dog Too
There's A Yellow Brick Road
That We Follow Back Home
'cause I Know You Can't Wait
Your Belligerent Hate
There's No Place Like Home
There's No Place Like Home
Like Home
I've, Got A Southern Belle Too And Ruby Red Shoes
With A Body Of Straw
Are You Sick Of It All?
There's A Man Made Of Tin
With An Oil Can Grin
And I'm Gonna Get You
And Your Little Dog Too
There's A Yellow Brick Road
That We Follow Back Home
And I Know You Can't Wait
Your Belligerent Hate
There's No Place Like Home
There's No Place Like Home
There's A Little White Porch
And You Wanted It So
And You Let Me Go Down
To The End Of The Road
And The Blcak And The White
A Technicolorful Life
Can I Stand By Your Side?
We Can Make It Alright
Like Home
'cause I'm Home
There's A Little White Porch
And You Wanted It So
And You Let Me Go Down
To The End Of The Road
And The Black And The White
A Technicolorful Life
Then Another Arrived
It's A Cowerdly Lion
What I Want From This World
What I Wanna Resolve
When I Want You To Stay
So I Want You To Wait
I Don't Wanna Be Bold
I Don't Wanna Be Cold
I Don't Wanna Grow Old
I Don't Wanna Go Home