Money Songtext
von Pink Floyd

Money
Get away
You 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 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 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 rise
It's no surprise that they′re giving none away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away

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 cruisin' for a bruisin′
Yeah!
Why does anyone do anything?
I don't know, I was really drunk at the time
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
And after, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why
It wasn′t coming up on freight eleven