Lyrics of Money

Money
Get away
You get a good job with good pay and you're okay
Money
It's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think i'll buy me a football team

Money
Well, get back
I'm all right jack
Keep your hands off of my stack
Money
It's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
I think i need a lear jet

Money
It's a crime
Share it fairly
But don't take a slice of my pie
Money
So they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise
It's no surprise that they're giving none away

"huhuh! i was in the right!"
"yes, absolutely in the right!"
"i certainly was in the right!"
"you was definitely in the right. that geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"yeah!"
"why does anyone do anything?"
"i don't know, i was really drunk at the time!"
"i was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. he was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after i was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. it came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"