Story Behind The Song

The story line amused me. I did not delve far into my imagination. It is a pretty one-dimensional approach.

Song Description

The song is written to the mother from one of the children who speaks for them all.

Lyrics

Gold Diggin'

we ain't gonna spare no expense
after we done diggin up our inheritance.
What you done mamma don't make no sense
now we'll be diggin you up as a consequence
after we make sure we got the right headstone
Rest in Peace cause we ain't takin you home
Betcha know what my momma was thinkin
gonna spend it on God knows what and drinkin

Goin gold-diggin, in the dirt
got a treasure buried in my momma's skirt
maybe get a little mud, on my shirt
what is a little gold-diggin, gonna hurt?
Shovelin dirt over my shoulder
we'll be gettin rich while you get colder
it ain't doin nothin for no one
think of it as just a kind of resurrection
Can ya dig it?

Help me Roll momma over in her grave
the motherload is heavier than she ever weighed
just need a little money, to invest
down there it ain't makin no interest
gonna take the money and leave you our best
b/c your coffin a treasure chest
We gonna dig until we start to smell, something funny
The stinch of death will be the smell of my money

Momma you know we aren't egyptian
that ain't even part of our religion
Tutankamen didn't leave here with it
I'm gonna dig my mummy's up and then split it

Goin gold-diggin, in the dirt
call it what it is and nobody gets hurt
maybe get a little mud, on my shirt
dig until we find out what our momma's worth.
Shovelin dirt over my shoulder
we'll be gettin rich while you get colder
it ain't doin nothin for no one
shoppin ain't no fun for a skeleton.