(G.Kooymans)
Let me tell you about Buddy Joe
When he came down from Mexico

With his pockets full of gold
With his pockets full of gold


Have you something to declare
Are you sure there's nothing there
'Cos if there is, don't say

You've not been told

Oh, Buddy Joe

What have they done with the gold
Well, I don't really know


Well Buddy Joe searched all his life
Through Mexico, all the riversides
Not for the money, but for the gold

He needs to hold

Well Buddy Joe was proud as he was

Could not stand all the fuss
When they got to all his gold
He was ready to go


Oh, Buddy Joe
What have they done with the gold

I don't really know

Well you'll understand he didn't stand a chance

Everybody was shouting commands
When Buddy Joe split in a hurry
He was ready to be buried


Oh Buddy Joe
What have they done with the gold

I don't really know