Money Songtext
von Pink Floyd

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you′re okay
Money, it's a gas
I′m alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
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
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 Learjet

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...