Pink Floyd – Money

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 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
(Uoh, saxophone)

Money, it’s a crime
Share it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money, so it’s said
It’s the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away