Lyrics Money - The Beatles Tribute Band

Money

Money
Get away
You get a good job with good 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 teamMoney
Well, 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 high-fidelity first class travelling set
I think I need a Lear jetMoney
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"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
«Yes, absolutely in the right!»
«I certainly was in the right!»
«You 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, he couldn’t get into number 2. He was asking why he
wasn’t coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him
why he wasn’t coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the
matter out»