Kissinger - Gold Rush lyrics

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