Don't need no road map

Just need the sun

Point me towards the coastline

Don't matter which one.

Don't need no fortune teller

Telling us where to be

All kinds of karma, baby

Sitting right next to me.

You and me got everything without the hype

Tank of gas, a little cash, a bag of ice.

And we'll be gold

Like a ring around a finger

And the rims on an escalade

Gold

Six-pack of sunshine

Turning lemons into lemonade

We'll be tipping sombreros

Sipping on cuervo

Skipping down the yellow brick road

Gold

Baby, we're gold.

It's a great big world

Full of great big problems

But which song we're playing next

Is the only one we're solving

Hammer down to alabama, down the road

Queue up, ramble on, we'll sing along and rock this roll.

And we'll be gold

Like a ring around a finger

And the rims on an escalade

Gold

Six-pack of sunshine

Turning lemons into lemonade

We'll be tipping sombreros

Sipping on cuervo

Skipping down the yellow brick road

Gold

Baby we're gold.

If you're looking for silver, keep diggin'

We got a sky with no limit, a sky with no limit

If you're looking for silver, keep diggin'

There ain't a thing that we're missing, a thing that we're missing

If you're looking for silver, keep diggin'

Keep diggin'.

Gold

Like a ring around a finger

And the rims on an escalade

Gold

Six-pack of sunshine

Turning lemons into lemonade

We'll be tipping sombreros

Sipping on cuervo

Skipping down the yellow brick road

Gold

Baby, we're gold.

Gold

Baby, we're gold.