Money Lyrics

Pink Floyd: Money

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 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 askingwhy he wasn't.ing up on freely,

after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't.ing up on freely.

It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out