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 is nothing there
Cause if there is, don't say, you've not been told
You've not been told

Oh Buddy Joe, what have they done with the gold
Oh Buddy Joe, what have they done with the gold
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 proud as he was, 
couldn't stand all the fuss
When they got to all his gold, 
he was ready to go, he was ready to go

Oh Buddy Joe, what have they done with the gold
Oh Buddy Joe, what have they done with the gold 
What have you done with the gold
Well, I don't really know

Well you'll understand he did not stand a chance
everybody was shouting commands
when Buddy Joe split in a hurry
he was ready to be buried, he was ready to be buried
Oh Buddy Joe what have they done with the gold.

(c) Tekst & Muziek : Georges Kooymans