There's a little guy I know, who spends all day just huntin' gold And he loves to dance the polka cowboy style Snowy beard and turned up hat, taps his toe this way and that Keeping time to happy music all the while He was born in Pennsylvania but came West when just a lad To stake a claim and mine that yella gold With a shovel and a pick and a happy polka kick He's the best at finding nuggets so I'm told
He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself With a pickax for a partner he dances o'er the plains He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling range
With his bag of mining tools and the big ole long-eared mule He's off at dawn upon his golden quest If you see him say 'Hello' Pete's a fellow you should know He's a polka dancin' champion of the West
He's Pete the Old Prospector, a happy little elf And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself With his pickax for a partner he dances o'er the plains He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling range
He's Pete the Old Prospector, champion of the rolling range
