BALLAD OF THE GOLDEN YAKS
Fearless miners in the sands,
Fighting thirst in these barren lands,
Men who do just what they're told,
The brave men of Mongolia Gold.
Golden yaks upon their chests,
Prospectors, they're Canada's best,
A bunch of men fighting fly and gnat,
But they all make it to Bumbat.
Trained to live off curdled milk,
Living near the land of silk,
Men who drill in hot and cold,
The brave men of Mongolia Gold.
Golden yaks upon Dave's vest,
"Ouch that hurt! The pin punctured my chest!
But I'll stay to work and toil,
And if I try, I will find some oil."
Back at home, a young wife waits,
Her MGR man has met his fate,
So's not to offend his Mongol host,
He heaved his lunch, after dog on toast.
Put golden yaks, on our men's chest,
Make them some of the Commonwealth's best,
They'll find oil and diamonds I'm told,
The brave men of Mongolia Gold
Copyright Tomato 1997
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