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 color my skin
And the colors don't blend,
'cause I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too!
Chorus:
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
And 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!
Chorus
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,
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 cowardly 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 wanna go home!
Writer(s): Aaron Fincke, Benjamin Burnley, Mark James Klepaski, Jeremy Hummel
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