Lyrics:
prospector's tools
What venom they spray
Are just prospector's tools
For digging along in the dark
Not weapons to warn ya
For digging along, digging along,
Pitiful prospector
Cock-a-hoop genuine larcenist
Pitiful prospector
Solipsistic screw loose polemicist
All the rodents spilled out of his throat
Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true
Well he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life
Couldn't see
And I said Hey oh-eyyy
Well you know you won’t live forever more
Where did you go, Prospector Joe?
Been following Chief Kowee down the track
Where have
and mine that yella gold
With a shovel and a pick and a happy polka kick
He's the best at finding nuggets so I'm told
He's Pete, the Old Prospector
and mine that yella gold
With a shovel and a pick and a happy polka kick
He's the best at finding nuggets so I'm told
He's Pete, the Old Prospector
said "Depleted", isn't that just our luck
I tell you I want to die,
Still you don't understand why I don't want to fuck
Prospector, please get up off
I went digging for gold
Down by the river
Over by the mountain
Where the prospector had been told
I'm marching through the cold
We're marching
Thou shalt bring forth the end of the world
And of Japan (Made in Taiwan)
Bah
Exclaims the good ol' prospector
I care not for suck silly poems
Torka
Everybody busy doing nothing
Ghost in a shell
Prospectors be prospecting
Chimera for Sale
If I touch things
I disintegrate the
Empty vessel
That was living
A prospector's goal is to show the world his gold
The only best actors know to win the gold they play the world
It's a shame game with an A-Name taking all
the breeze & sapphire lakes so still
If only he raised his yellowy gaze the Prospector's coffers would fill
Behind every boulder he's convinced that
Silently,
His great-grandfather was a missionary man
And his grandpa was an old prospector
His daddy was a farmer and he went bust
At the hands of a debt
House of music empire
Hycinet activated
Big prospector pella
( prospector pella)
My engine bigger
(my engine bigger)
Omo I don try
(omo I don
an afterthought
Will I get the sex or not
I'm a young prospect I put muscles on for the effect
Only want a fat Cuban link on my neck
I'm a young prospector
He's a smart one!
Pete the old prospector
And Woody the man himself
Of course, it's time for Woody's Roundup
He's the very best
He's the rootinest,
that
Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question
[Road Dawgs]
I'm deep with a vicious vendetta
Silence prospectors, objectors
In search of a new life and a new hope
Oh but there were some that couldn't cope
And they spent their life in search of
Fools gold
The old prospector
tell me that he bounced a time or two
So take in mind the credo of a jackass prospector
Take what you need but please leave the rest alone
Try
yo-de-la)
Bullseye, he's woody's horse
(he's a smart one)
Pete the old prospector
And Woody the man himself
Of course
It's time for Woody's Roundup
Jimmy the prospector - he was another
For the hills of Otago was bound
We worked the Cardrona's dry valley all over
Old Jimmy Williams and me
He's a smart one!
Pete the old prospector
And Woody the man himself
Of course, it's time for Woody's Roundup
He's the very best
He's the rootinest,
He's a smart one!
Pete the old prospector
And Woody the man himself
Of course, it's time for Woody's Roundup
He's the very best
He's the rootinest,
the pound
And with Jimmy the prospector, he was another
To the hill of Otago we were bound
Chorus
Well we worked the Cardona, dry valleys all over
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