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"