"My Gold Mine" Lyrics

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Gonna be a banker gonna be a rich man
Live in the suburbs and drive a sedan
Send my kids to college oh they'll thank their old man

And I'm fine, fine, fine
Sittin' on the top of my gold mine
My, my, my, my gold mine
Oh, my gold mine

What will I do with my money?
What in the hell do I do with my time?
Would you look at all this cold milk and honey?
Suckin' down the Cheez Whiz and the hundred dollar wine

I'm feelin' fine, fine, fine
Drunk on the top of my gold mine
My, my, my, my gold mine
Oh, my gold mine, my gold mine

Doo-doot-n-doo-doo

Gonna be a rock star, gonna be a rich man
Sing to my groupies, in front of my band
They'll be buying my albums all over the land

And I'll be fine, fine, fine
Singin' on the top of my gold mine
My, my, my, my gold mine
Oh, my gold mine

Now what will I do with my money?
What in the hell do I do with my time?
Would you look at all this cold milk and honey?
I'm suckin' down the Cheez Whiz and the hundred dollar wine

I'm feelin' fine, fine, fine
Drunk on the top of my gold mine
My, my, my, my, my gold mine

Doo-doot-n-doo-doo