I've got a little red bow
And I bought it for you
Cuz I know You're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
And you color my skin
And the colors don't blend
Cuz I'm gonna get you
And your little dog, too

There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
Cuz I know you can't wait
You belligerent hate

There's no place like home

I've got a southern belle, too
In her 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
You belligerent hate

There's no place like home

There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me down
To the end of the road?
In the black and the white
Technicolorful life
Can I stand by your side?
We can make it alright