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Who could have known Or ever proposed That Kansas farm girl Would land back in Oz Who could have guessed All this no less From that moment on Would be such a mess All because Dorthy Went High Royalty Ever since those ruby reds She's had a need for the bling Now she likes to buy Everything in her sight With Munchkins for servants Who serve her outright Then came the day She ran out of dough And the Lollipop Guild Mentioned the road Where few have been told And even less know That the Yellow Brick Road Is really made out of gold That's the happiest she's been Since she arrived As the shimmer and glimmer Cha-Chinged in her eyes She called her three friends Clueing them in The Lion, the Scarecrow And of course the Tin Man As a matter of fact Tin Man bring your ax I have just the job For you to get down with that That's now where we are I am sad to report The Yellow Brick Road Is now nothing but dirt But sweet Dorthy dear Has plenty of stuff Though she still has her eyes On the emeralds of Oz
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Who could have known Or ever proposed That Kansas farm girl Would land back in Oz Who could have guessed All this no less From that moment on Would be such a mess All because Dorthy Went High Royalty Ever since those ruby reds She's had a need for the bling Now she likes to buy Everything in her sight With Munchkins for servants Who serve her outright Then came the day She ran out of dough And the Lollipop Guild Mentioned the road Where few have been told And even less know That the Yellow Brick Road Is really made out of gold That's the happiest she's been Since she arrived As the shimmer and glimmer Cha-Chinged in her eyes She called her three friends Clueing them in The Lion, the Scarecrow And of course the Tin Man As a matter of fact Tin Man bring your ax I have just the job For you to get down with that That's now where we are I am sad to report The Yellow Brick Road Is now nothing but dirt But sweet Dorthy dear Has plenty of stuff Though she still has her eyes On the emeralds of Oz
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
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