Pink Floyd - Money Lyrics
Pink Floyd Lyrics
Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar,
four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a
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.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they
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
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for
"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
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"