Bags of Gold - Jay Jay Pistolet

You are a regular brute of a man

You clench your nails and your knuckles in your hand

Oh, come on take a shot for the proletariat

You’ve a knife in your pocket and a feather in your cap

Oh, I was very serious with books about my head

I couldn’t write, but read 'em all before I went to bed

Didn’t I

Bags of gold

Gold

Gold

Gold

There are pretty ways to get your gold for free

You can wonder at the bottom of the deep hollow tree

It climbed the bark and scared the branch

It grows in all the leaves

And now its ripe for the picking for the other petty fees

Oh, I am in the city now I’m slaving for a wage

If I ever want a bag of gold I’ll have to wait an age

Bags of gold

Bags of gold

Gold

Gold

Gold

Oh, gold

Oh, bags of gold

Cape a ball of direction

Oh, any honest man

I will keep on working for them anybody can

Bags of gold

Gold

Gold

Gold