Gold Rush - Kissinger

Fever, Fever high-school belle

But the pageants never panned out well until

«Dr.

Dr. build your best!»

Now a rainbow ends on both your breasts

And there’s a gold rush, gold rush, baby

For a gold rush, for a gold rush girl

And you’re a gold rush, gold rush, baby

You’re a gold rush, you’re a gold rush girl

Now I could leave these hills behind and

Spend my life down in the mines where

Pick and nugget, one by one

They all melt when the work is done

And there’s a gold rush, gold rush, baby

For a gold rush, for a gold rush boy

And I’m a gold rush, gold rush, baby

I’m a gold rush boy, a gold rush

Attention Niners of this state:

I’ve got seven sticks of dynamite on my plate

I served six months, five for a three-moon night

And to one like me what’s a boomin fight?

She’s a boomin site

Pistol Pete and Pistol Gin

How could you not have heard of them?

They loaded up their covered trucks and

Headed West to test their luck

And there’s a gold rush, gold rush, baby

For a gold rush, for a gold rush song

And there’s a gold rush, gold rush baby

There’s a gold rush on, a gold rush