Money Songtext / Lyric

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

But I'm all right Jack

Keep your hands off of my stack

Money

It's a hit

But don't give me that do goody good bullshit

I'm in the high-fidelity, first class, travelling set

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