I've got a little red bow And I bought it for you 'Cause I know you're not fair I don't get it, oh well And you colour my skin And the colours 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 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 Like home