Saver, squirrel all
Keeper of the moss
I can't afford a poncho
To shield your from it all
Working for that sourdough
A world when we're asleep
A world when we're apart
I will become a craftsman
To engineer our loss
Working for that sourdough
You are my gold
Save all you got and live happily
Pluck you some buds from doughboy creek
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
You are my gold
You are my gold
You are my gold
You are my gold
Ka-ching
Ka-ching

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