Gold Rush Songtext
von Kissinger

Fever, fever, high-school belle
But the pageants never panned out well
Until "Doctor, Doctor, build your best"
Now a rainbow ends on both your breasts

And there′s a gold rush
Gold rush, baby
You're a gold rush
You′re a gold rush girl
And there's a gold rush
Gold rush, baby
You're a gold rush girl
A gold rush girl
Yeah

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
I′m a gold rush
I'm a gold rush boy
And, there′s 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
To a one like me, what's a boomin′ fight?
She's a boomin' sight

Now, 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


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
To a one like me, what's a boomin′ fight?

I said, 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
To a one like me, what′s a boomin' fight?
She's a boomin′ sight