Pink Floyd - Money lyrics
[Pink Floyd - Money lyrics]
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
Ah, 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
That they're giving none away
Away, away, away away, away, away away, ooh
- yeah – (chuckles) – 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 cruising for a bruising…- yeah
Why does anyone do anything? - I don't know
I was really drunk at the time
I was just telling him it was in
He could get it in number two he was
Asking why it wasn't coming up on fader
Eleven after
I was yelling and screaming and
Telling him why it wasn't
Coming up on fader eleven it
Came to a heavy blow
Which sorted the matter out