Lyrics:

I wouldn't mind getting my hands
On a great big stack of Krugerrands
Sell my soul and loose my friends
And a one way ticket to Africa
Gonna fill my pockets with Krugerrands

110 in the shade I don't care I've got it made
First in line for the gold parade
And a one way ticket to Africa

Krugerrands, Krugerrands, Krugerrands
Gonna fill my pockets with Krugerrands

Straight ahead no turnin' round
Bury my head deep in the ground
Save myself from going down
With a one way ticket to Africa

Krugerrands, Krugerrands, Krugerrands
Gonna fill my pockets with Krugerrands

I wouldn't mind getting my hands
Dirty with some Krugerrands
Sell my soul and loose my friends
With a one way ticket to Africa

Krugerrands, Krugerrands, Krugerrands
Gonna fill my pockets with Krugerrands
Krugerrands, Krugerrands, Krugerrands
Gonna fill my pockets with Krugerrands