Money – Pink Floyd

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you’re okay
Money, its 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, its a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
I’m in the hi-fi-delity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet

(Sax solo) - (guitar solo) – (soft guitar break) – (guitar solo again)

Money, its 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 pay rises, no surprise that they’re
Giving none away , away , away , away . . . . . . . . .