I haven't got a pick up truck
To take me into town
I don't have the ways and means
Tolay my money down
Lay it down
But I got gold, underneath the ground
Rise me up before the sun lays the bad boys down
I'll go out into the yardkick my feet around
I'll kick em around
Cause I got gold, underneath the ground
Bill collectors ring my phone
Keep me on the run
But they don't know the ways I've got
The ways of having fun
I have fun,
I've got gold, underneath the ground
Do a jig, above the twigs, spend yourself around
Dig down over ... were all they found
All they found
Digging gold, underneath the ground
Spending gold, underneath the ground
I've got gold, underneath the ground.
