Golden Earring

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's nothing there
'Cos if there is, don't say
You've not been told
Oh, Buddy Joe
What have they 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