Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd - Money 1 lyrics
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Money, get away 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, 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 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.