Fever, Fever high-school belle    But the pageants never panned out well until    "Dr. Dr. build your best!"    Now a rainbow ends on both your breasts       And there's a gold rush, gold rush, baby    For a gold rush, for a gold rush girl    And you're a gold rush, gold rush, baby    You're a gold rush, you're a gold rush girl       Now I could leave these hills behind and    Spend my life down in the mines where    Pick and nugget, one by one    They all melt when the work is done       And there's a gold rush, gold rush, baby    For a gold rush, for a gold rush boy    And I'm a gold rush, gold rush, baby    I'm a gold rush boy, a gold rush.       Attention Niners of this state:    I've got seven sticks of dynamite on my plate    I served six months, five for a three-moon night    And to one like me what's a boomin fight?    She's a boomin site.       Pistol Pete and Pistol Gin,    How could you not have heard of them?    They loaded up their covered trucks and    Headed West to test their luck       And there's a gold rush, gold rush, baby    For a gold rush, for a gold rush song.    And there's a gold rush, gold rush baby    There's a gold rush on, a gold rush