"Money" Lyrics

Money, get away
Get a good job with more 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 hi-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 rise it's no surprise that they're
Giving none away

Away, away, away, away, away, away, away

Yeah I was in the right!
Yes, absolutely in the right!
I certainly was in the right!
Yeah, I was definitely in the right.
That geezer was cruising for a bruising!
Why does anyone do anything?
Yeah!
Why does anyone do anything?
I don't know; I was really drunk at the time!
I was just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two.
He was asking why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven.
After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him
Why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven.
It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out.