Down on the Orinoco,
they got the natives seein' red.
Conquistador knockin' at the door,
sayin' "Give us all your bread."
The cannon balls of the Spanish fly.
They say just what I've always said.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.

Pass the pulque Carlos.
We been up all night puttin' shots away.
Atop the temple they're queing up
to sing Hernando's hidaway.
Another evening of "Grand Guinol"
Oh, the things we do to get our pay.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.

Nine Ceacatyls later,
everything is still the same.
And money's still the game.

Way out in California
They got swimming pools and movie stars.
The haves have spent all the other half
while the have nots live in cars.
But while they got what they got with steel,
You know that plastic's gonna get us ours.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.

Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2003 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)