Well, let me tell you about old 
Buddy JoeWhen he came down from 
MexicoWith his pockets full of gold
With his pockets full of gold
Oh, is there something to declare?
Are you sure there's nothing there?
And if there is, don't say
You've not been told, you've not been told
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
What have you done with the gold
Well, I don't really know
Well, Buddy 
Joe searched all his life
Through Mexico, all the riversides
Not for the money but for the gold
He needs to hold
Well, Buddy 
Joe was proud as he was
Couldn't stand all the fuss
When they got to all his gold
He was ready to go, he was ready to go
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
What have you done with the gold?
You'll understand he didn't stand a chance
Everybody was shouting commands
When Buddy 
Joe split in a hurry
Then he was ready to be buried
Oh, he was ready to be buried
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
Oh, Buddy 
Joe, what have you done with the gold?
What have you done with the gold?