paroles de chanson 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