Oh, where would we be If we didn't have gold To back us all up If we didn't have gold as a standard What a terrible question to pose What a terrible question to ponder Now, who would pose questions like those? Think of the gold Of the goody-good gold That we love so much more than just much We love it So extremely extreme We make sure that the plenty there's of it Is always locked up Guarded by guards who have guns Guns with real bullets inside 'em Ready to shoot anyone dead Who comes for the gold, who shouldn't And all of this, of course Is alright Righter than that As right as right can be right Still, there's a problem I hate to bring it up, but Unnatural nature has done it again Evoluted a moth slightly metallic Who, I've been told, can nibble away at our dear, precious gold Leaving terrible holes Holes you can see right through Leaving us gold reminiscent of Swiss Oh, what the bankers must think of this Swiss gold