Lyrics Money - Pink Floyd

Money

Money, get away
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 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, 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