| Words/Music – Rand Anderson |
| She’s leaving daddy’s farm with a pick axe and her pan going to the city searchin for her man mining for her fortune she hopes to strike it rich a heart as black as coal she’s just a gold digging bitchGold digger what must a poor by do Gold digger to be your iron pyrite fool Gold digger i think i’m digging youMomma always told her that nothing is for free go and find a sucker with a money tree searchin and a prospecting since she was nine years old who, what, why, when will fill your pot with goldGold digger what must a poor by do Gold digger to be your iron pyrite fool Gold digger i think i’m digging youFirst a leather handbag a furry coat so new some diamond studded earrings and a BMW perhaps another condo a party yacht or two oh to fill your pot what must a poor boy doGold digger what must a poor by do Gold digger to be your iron pyrite fool Gold digger i think i’m digging you |
