Put some money in the jukebox and let it play. For my heart is cold with its pain. Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine. And fill my glass up, again.
Take me in your arms and hold me. Like I've been holding you in my heart. Take me in your arms and tell me. That you've missed me since we've been apart.
Oh, the gold rush is over so honey bye bye. Stake out your claim now on some other guy. I've wined you and dined you till my money is gone. But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on.