خانه‌ی طلا

She asked me, Son, when I grow old

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone

Will you take care of me?

She asked me, Son, when I grow old

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone

Will you take care of me?

I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I’ll put you on the map

I’ll cure you of disease

Let’s say we up and left this town

And turned our future upside-down

We’ll make pretend that you and me

Lived ever after, happily

She asked me, Son, when I grow old

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone

Will you take care of me?

I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I’ll put you on the map

I’ll cure you of disease (Ooh)

And since we know that dreams are dead

And life turns plans up on their head

I will plan to be a bum

So I just might become someone

She asked me, Son, when I grow old

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone

Will you take care of me?

I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I’ll put you on the map

I’ll cure you of disease