Money Lyrics

Money lyrics

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 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