For my gold I am mourning--
You were in my mine,
Looting what was once mine.

In the rubble (Au, Au),
You were working (Au, Au),
And found goods that shine.

So you went to the broker;
As a sleaze you'd gained.
Because you steals, I'm pained.

You got rubles (Au, Au),
You got curr'ncy (Au, Au),
Such as Krones and Yen.

For my gold I am mourning--
You were in my mine,
Losing am I, my mind.

And I'm losing (Au, Au),
Shots at curr'ncy (Au, Au).
You're no good, I find.

Damn! You were a-stealing
Down in the oo-ooze
Those nuggets in the oo-oo-ooze.

My hoard once was ample (Au, Au),
But now it's all gone (Au, Au).
You got it all during my snooze.

When I woke up that morning,
You'd been in my mine,
Looting what was mine.

Well, the rubrics (Au, Au),
For your "working" (Au, Au),
Were "crook" and "swine."