Money

Money, get away Get a good job with good 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 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 Learjet 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 they're giving none away Away, away, away Away, away, away Away, away, away Away, away, away Away, away, away