Don´t need no road map Just need the sun Point me towards the coastline Don´t matter which one Don´t need no fortune teller
Telling us where to be All kinds of karma, baby Sitting right next to me
You and me got everything without the hype Tank of gas, a little cash, a bag of ice
And we´ll be gold Like a ring around a finger And the rims on an Escalade Gold Six-pack of sunshine Turning lemons into lemonade We´ll be tipping sombreros Sipping on Cuervo Skipping down the yellow brick road Gold Baby, we´re gold
It´s a great big world Full of great big problems But which song we´re playing next Is the only one we´re solving Hammer down to Alabama, down the road Queue up, ramble on, we´ll sing along and rock this roll
And we´ll be gold Like a ring around a finger And the rims on an Escalade Gold Six-pack of sunshine Turning lemons into lemonade We´ll be tipping sombreros Sipping on Cuervo Skipping down the yellow brick road
Gold Baby, we´re gold
If you´re looking for silver, keep diggin´ We got a sky with no limit, a sky with no limit If you´re looking for silver, keep diggin´ There ain´t a thing that we´re missing, a thing that we´re missing If you´re looking for silver, keep diggin´ Keep diggin´
Gold Like a ring around a finger And the rims on an Escalade Gold Six-pack of sunshine Turning lemons into lemonade We´ll be tipping sombreros
Sipping on Cuervo Skipping down the yellow brick road Gold Baby, we´re gold