Rivers Of Gold lyrics

The baker's dozen are coming to town

Locking it down, yeah

We're rolling

Rolling

The baker's dozen are coming to town

Locking it down, yeah

We're rolling

Here we go

Thorin Oakenshield is coming to town

He's got this big hunk of wood

He's got a permanent frown

He's the king of the Dwarves

Don't stand in his way

He's gotta be in the mountain

By Durin's Day

Balin and Dwalin

They're both from East Harlem

One look like the Rock

The other rocks like Stalin

Big double-ax man

The wisdom of years

It should protect him and control his fears

Oin and Gloin

They love gold coin

One's the father of Gimli

One's the son of Groin

Gloin is the keeper of history's ghosts

Oin, his brother, is as deaf as a post

Fili and Kili, not like Milli Vanilli

They say their own lines but they do sound silly

They look like Dwarves

But they dance like Elvis

Sword with steel

And tilted pelvis

Gold, rivers of gold

Left up in a mountain

So I've been told

Of all that gold

Rivers of gold

Left up in the mountain

By the kings of old

Bifur, Bofur, Bombur,

One is funny, one is somber

One is overweight, but he don't care

Bifur's got a head trauma

Bombur empties out the sauna

Bofur just can turn up in time anywhere

Ori, Dori, Nori,

What's the weird hairdo story ?

Do you tongue it along the way

Ori's niftily holding it

Nori's shiftily outfitted

Dori just can't move his face

Wargs, spiders and Trolls

Try to stand in our way

We the bad baker's dozen

And we would have our say

Weapons and Sting

Pockets of gold

Here to take back the halls of old

Bilbo Baggins, he's from the Shire

Gandalf the wizard, he's a gun for hire

Danger aplenty getting up to that hill

Then when we get there

There's a dragon to kill

For that gold

Rivers of gold

Left up in a mountain

So I've been told

Of all that gold

Rivers of gold

Left up in the mountain

By the kings of old

We must fly you fools

There's no time to waste

Syd

Eighty eight

Gimme that gold

I'm coming gimme that gold

Yeah, gimme that gold

Oh, gimme that gold

Yeah, gimme that gold

Yeah, gimme that...

Man, gimme that...

(of all that gold)

Rivers of gold

Left up in the mountain

By the kings of old.