Money
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you*re 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 alright, 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 travelling 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.
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