Pink FloydMoney

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay And your O. K. 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 my stack Money, it's a hit Don't give me that Do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity First class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet (Sax and guitar solos) 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 Away... "Hu Huh! 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 asking Why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and Screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
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