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 above my head
 I couldn't write but read them all before I went to bed
 Didn't I

 Bags of gold
 Gold
 Gold
 Gold

 There are plenty ways to get your gold for free
 They hit that plunder at the bottom of the deep hollow tree
 It climbed the bark and scaled the branch
 It grows in all the leaves
 And now it's ripe for the picking for the other petty thieves

 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 bags of gold

 Capable of corruption
 Are any honest man
 I will keep on working for them
 Anybody can

 Bags of gold
 Gold
 Gold
 Gold
 Oh