Gold Land Mine

(Sung to the melody of Auld Lang Syne, since nobody nobody knows the traditional lyrics and are usually too drunk to care when they get to sing them. Print this out and sing with the whole family!)

Should old acquaintance be forgot
and be forced to eat key lime?
This bag is not a toy, my dear
on the days of Gold Land Mine

Melt all the clocks with microwaves
dig a grave for old man time
change all our names to Thelma Lee
on the days of Gold Land Mine

For Gold Land Mine, my dear
For Gold Land Mine
My head is full of tiny elves
For Gold Land Mine

So roll the sell-out to the slop
hide behind the men’s room sign
paint all the SUV’s bright pink
on the days of Gold Land Mine

Should all stock options be forgot
and currency become bad rhyme
we’d all be rich as billionaires
on the days of Gold Land Mine

For Gold Land Mine, my dear
For Gold Land Mine
You scratch my back, I’ll hold your beer
For Gold Land Mine

We’re all a bunch of zeroes now
For Gold Land Mine

All lyrics ©2000 Glenn Ricci
May be used by permission from the author.