Money Songtext
von The Flaming Lips

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


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 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