Old Turkey Buzzard Old Turkey Buzzard Flying, flying high He's just awaiting Buzzard's just awaiting Waiting for something down below to die Old buzzard knows that he can wait 'Cause every mother's son has got a date - a date with fate, with fate He sees men come he sees men go crawling like ants on the rocks below The men who scheme, the men who dream and die for gold on the rocks below Gold, gold, gold They just got to have that Gold, gold, gold They'll do anything for gold Old Turkey Buzzard Old Turkey Buzzard Flying, flying high He's just awaiting Buzzard's just awaiting Waiting for something down below to die Old buzzard knows that he can wait 'Cause every mother's son has got a date - a date with fate, with fate He sees men come he sees men go Crawling like ants on the rocks below A wiff of gold and off they go to die Like rats on the rocks below Gold, gold, gold They'll do anything for gold Gold, gold, gold