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.