[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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-goody bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet [Guitar Solo] (Instrumental) [Verse 3] 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 raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away Away, away, away, away, away, away [Outro] (I was in the right) (Yes, absolutely in the right) (I certainly was in the right) (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 was asking why it wasn't coming on freely after eleven) (So after that I yelled and screamed and told him why it wasn't coming on freely after eleven)
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