Gold Fever

Here's another story that I just made up That just can't wait to be told About a weary prospector, down on his luck That gave his life for his gold He was way up yonder in the hills, they say Just him and his scrappy old mule That poor old mule didn't have no teeth So he'd sit around the camp and drool Now that prospector, who we'll call Jake Was as secret as he could be He didn't like people snooping around So he wasn't much for company See, Jake had been on that mountain For nigh on twenty years But he never did hit the mother load With all his sweat and tears Then, one day he decided to go fishing A fish pulled him right in the river He tried to hang on with all of his might It's hard to do when you shiver Jake looked up and was headed toward the falls So he decided he'd better let go When he dropped that line, he sunk like a rock And started thrashing to and fro Now, Jake was a real good swimmer He was on the prospector's Olympic team But, everytime his head went under All he could do was scream Now Jake had prospected his whole life But now, he was getting pretty old He didn't know the reason he was drowning But his pockets were full of gold When he figured it out, he had gold fever And he refused to let it go All poor old Jake could think about Was he finally hit the mother load See, when that old fish had jerked him in He was dragging him on the bottom There was gold just laying everywhere And that's where his pockets got 'em Poor old Jake drowned that day Richest man in the world, I think His old mule was standing on the bank Drooling, as he watched him sink They fished his body out of that river The next morning before dawn But they found both pockets as empty as could be It was stolen by a leprechaun Well, I guess it's time for me to go I can see as I look at my clocks But if you really wanna protect your prospector's gold Then let me suggest Fort Knox