I’m gonna find them all.
The BB7 wonders of the ancient times.
I’m gonna log them all.
They’re now in ruins but they cannot hide.
So If you give me the coordinates,
I will go write my name.
Travel all around the world,
‘cause caching is my game.
And I will tell you where our treasure is, better focus now.
The northern hemisphere
Fifty-one degrees is so easy to tell
And then the minutes part
Zero nine lives of a cat as well
And now you’d better check what I will say:
You ‘re gonna need some math
At four hundred but minus five
see That is where it‘s at
And the feeling coming from my bones says: “Easy enough”
East of the Greenwich line
A number of degrees that will rhyme with glee
A dozen minutes come
Then the last digits, they will let you score
I will tell you, I will tell you, I will tell you
So that you all can flee
all the numbers gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
Two sixty five the final part, that’s all you should know
(Original lyrics by Jack White, GC adaptation by Peter Vandaele)