Fort Knox, King Solomon

There's a place in the mountains that we could go

We could stock up with diamonds and bars of gold

If we wanted a fortune, that's where we'd go

And if you wanted to go there, well, let me know



And inside Fort Knox, King Solomon is occupied with providence

Enough, but not too confident

And I get by, goodbye



Every night at 11, they drive the gold

Through the underground entrance between the poles



If we wait for a moment, the guards might go

Then I could get the door open and grab some gold

But if I should get noticed, don't worry, grab your stuff and go

I can deal with King Solomon alone