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Pink Floyd - Money Lyrics

Money, get away
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 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
And I think I need a Learjet
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
(Yeah, 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 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 it was in, he could get it in Number Two
He was asking why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven
After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why
It wasn't coming up on freight eleven
It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out)