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Don't need no road mapJust need the sunPoint me towards the coastlineDon't matter which oneDon't need no fortune tellerTelling us where to beAll kinds of karma, babySitting right next to meYou and me got everything without the hypeTank of gas, a little cash, a bag of iceAnd we'll be goldLike a ring around a fingerAnd the rims on an EscaladeGoldSix-pack of sunshineTurning lemons into lemonadeWe'll be tipping sombrerosSipping on CuervoSkipping down the yellow brick roadGoldBaby, we're goldIt's a great big worldFull of great big problеmsBut which song we're playing nextIs thе only one we're solvingHammer down to Alabama, down the roadQueue up, ramble on, we'll sing along and rock this rollAnd we'll be goldLike a ring around a fingerAnd the rims on an EscaladeGoldSix-pack of sunshineTurning lemons into lemonadeWe'll be tipping sombrerosSipping on CuervoSkipping down the yellow brick roadGoldBaby, we're goldYou might also likeIf you're looking for silver, keep diggin'We got a sky with no limit, a sky with no limitIf you're looking for silver, keep diggin'There ain't a thing that we're missinga thing that we're missingIf you're looking for silver, keep diggin'Keep diggin'GoldLike a ring around a fingerAnd the rims on an EscaladeGoldSix-pack of sunshineTurning lemons into lemonadeWe'll be tipping sombrerosSipping on CuervoSkipping down the yellow brick roadGoldBaby, we're goldGoldBaby, we're gold
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