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You are a regular brute of a manYou clench your nails and your knuckles in your handOh, come on take a shot for the proletariatYou've a knife in your pocket and a feather in your capOh, I was very serious with books about my headI couldn't write, but read 'em all before I went to bedDidn't IBags of goldGoldGoldGoldThere are pretty ways to get your gold for freeYou can wonder at the bottom of the deep hollow treeIt climbed the bark and scared the branchIt grows in all the leavesAnd now its ripe for the picking for the other petty feesOh, I am in the city now I'm slaving for a wageIf I ever want a bag of gold I'll have to wait an ageBags of goldBags of goldGoldLetras de cancionesGoldGoldOh, goldOh, bags of goldCape a ball of directionOh, any honest manI will keep on working for them anybody canBags of goldGoldGoldGold From Letras Mania