Money Songtext
von David Gilmour

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 high-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 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 Abruising
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
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"