It’s getting so dark
You see I got a…
Goldmine in the back of my yard
Don’t you wanna get me started hey!
Like James said I got ants in my pants

Goldmine in the back of my yard
I gotta Goldmine in the back of my yard
Don’t believe me huh sucka
Goldmine in the back of my

There’s no sun in here my son
Why you’re still wearing
them sunglasses in here?
There’s no sun in here me son
Thank god it ain’t even Friday
Let it be a Sunday right
Goldmine… Goldmine in the back of my yard
So fine to be in your hair
Oh honey just I ohh, I wanna
Can I touch your zipper baby
Can I touch your zipper  ohh
Ahh man can I oohh, just like
Zippa dee doo da
Ohohoh yeah
Goldmine in the back of my yard sucka
Wahww… what about the funk now baby?
You got that right!
What about the funk now baby
There’s a horse in France
You see if I gave you some grass
Can I touch your ass
Yeah show me yours and I’ll show you mine

Goldmine in the back of my yard
Don’t believe me 
Goldmine in the back of my yard
You see I’ve got a cook
He’s making nice Italian food
& I could show you my crib
& huh We could be doin’ something like
Zippa dee doo da

Princewannabe:
“What about the funk now?”
Princefanatic:
“Did you see it?”
Princewannabe:
“Where did it go?”
Meanwhile the Prince idiot:
“Jazz Jazz ohh Jazz”
Princyologist:
“It’s on the 2 and 4”
Stijn:
“What?”
Princyologist:
“It’s on the 2 and 4”
Stijn (all of the above by the way):
“Nah It’s on the 6 en 7”
Goldmine
Ohoj I can take you to heaven
Goldmine uhhahh

You must be

Okay, now I get it
But still ohh honey
You’ve got that cursy behind
Could I like… just huh
Damn, ahh so fine
Goldmine in the back of my yard

Zippa dee doo da
Oh?

Shh ah
Goldmine in the back of my yard
Can I touch your ass
Show me mine and I’ll show you yours
Oh yeah
That’s the other way
Twisted around

It’s getting hot in here
I could use a drink ___ Ahh!
Hmm!
Owe

(c)Lyrics reprinted with permission of MIJN LABEL MUZIEK
www.mijnlabel.com