Pile of Gold

(Chorus begins) All the girls are sitting on a pile of gold All the girls— And the boys you know they want—they want it All the girls are sitting on a pile of gold All the girls— And the boys you know they want it, they want it Boys we love you Some of us don't But plenty of us do You should treat us good You do that and you know We're gunna-uh-uh huh Share more of our goods with you (Chorus) They want it. They want it It's economic Beneath the warmth that we export Of course some boys will try to push the prices down By pushing girls around I've seen some do this Learned to see through this They get scared So scared maybe we'll refuse to share with them A gentle mass attack... Exodus Tell them I know the truth that if you could Learn to save enough to make some trade with me (Chorus) Boys boys we love you Some of us don't Plenty of us do Treat us good And you know we're gunna Share share share Our goods with you (Chorus)