Money Songtext
von Bill Bruford

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you′re O.K.
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 traveling 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

"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."