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"
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