Bags of Gold (исполнитель: Jay Jay Pistolet)
You are a regular [bad word] of a man You clench your nails and your knuckles in your hand [bad word] 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 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 its ripe for the picking for the other petty theives 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 Capable of [bad word] Are any honest man I will keep on working for them anybody can Bags of gold Gold Gold Gold