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're not been told
You're not been told

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