Lyrics Gold - Ken Nordine

Oh, where would we be
If we didn't have gold
To back us all up

If we didn't have gold as a standard
What a terrible question to pose
What a terrible question to ponder
Now, who would pose questions like those?

Think of the gold
Of the goody-good gold
That we love so much more than just much
We love it

So extremely extreme
We make sure that the plenty there's of it
Is always locked up

Guarded by guards who have guns
Guns with real bullets inside 'em
Ready to shoot anyone dead
Who comes for the gold, who shouldn't

And all of this, of course
Is alright
Righter than that
As right as right can be right
Still, there's a problem
I hate to bring it up, but

Unnatural nature has done it again
Evoluted a moth slightly metallic
Who, I've been told, can nibble away at our dear, precious gold

Leaving terrible holes
Holes you can see right through
Leaving us gold reminiscent of Swiss
Oh, what the bankers must think of this
Swiss gold