He rolls on wheels of pitted chrome
Across a wasteland far from home
His chassis shakes with every beat
Beneath the baking desert heat
He hums a tune of copper wire
A little spark a little fire
He waves a hand of peeling paint
A happy ghost a metal saint
Oh he is rusty yellow gold
A cheerful story to be told
He chatters loud he sings a song
While the dusty winds blow strong
He finds a gear in salted sand
The lonely king of no man's land
He tells a joke to empty air
With a blinking light and a stare
He hums a tune of copper wire
A little spark a little fire
He waves a hand of peeling paint
A happy ghost a metal saint
Oh he is rusty yellow gold
A cheerful story to be told
He chatters loud he sings a song
While the dusty winds blow strong
He wears a dent upon his chest
He never stops to take a rest
He counts the stones in every bed
With a spinning coil in his head
The oil is low the joints are tight
He keeps on rolling through the night
A clicking clock a ticking gear
The only sound that he can hear
Oh he is rusty yellow gold
A cheerful story to be told
He chatters loud he sings a song
While the dusty winds blow strong
He greets the moon with a beep and chime
He does not care about the time
A yellow scrap in a purple haze
Lost in a rolling desert maze
Oh he is rusty yellow gold
A cheerful story to be told
He chatters loud he sings a song
While the dusty winds blow strong
Rusty yellow gold
Just a story to be told
(Harmonica fade)
