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.