Pink Floyd Money

Money, get away You get a good job with more 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 Get back I’m alright, 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 traveling set And 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 rise It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away Away, away, away Away, away, away I was in the right Yes, absolutely in the right I certainly was in the right Yeah, I was definitely in the right, that geezer was cruisin’ for a bruisin’ Yeah! Why does anyone do anything? I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time Just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two He was asking why it wasn’t coming up on freight eleven And after, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why It wasn’t coming up on freight eleven