Me singing The Other Side of The Yellow Brick Road

[Verse 1] Max and I got ten fingers but I was born with twelve toes Pointed up to my driver and said it hurt like holy smoke And I ain't going down like you say when I'm filling up my show I'll see you on the other side of the yellow brick road [Verse 2] Max and I got two joints but one I think I'll smoke Folk must be rising and on the great unknown Struck a match and like gasoline, burned down the Cleveland show I built myself a toll booth out on the silver road [Verse 3] Max and the three little pigs, one big bad wolf Folk must be out tonight, my blood is running cold To me old man looks like hunting dog sitting on a broken stool When your high road ain't a road no more you have a long way down to fall [Verse 4] Max and I got ten fingers but I was born with twelve toes And I pointed out to the darkness and said this is the way we must go Some people scared of their spirits, some their own soul I'll see you on the other side of the yellow brick road I'll see you on the other side of the yellow brick road I'll see you on the other side of the yellow brick road