Tom Stoppard, Pink Floyd - Any Colour You Like (Darkside) lyrics

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 hi-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 rise
It's no surprise that they're
Giving none away

Away, away, away, away, away, away, away

"yeah, 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!"
"Why does anyone do anything?" "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 freight
Eleven after
I was yelling and screaming and
Telling him why it wasn't
Coming up on freight eleven it
Came to a heavy blow
Which sorted the matter out"