Lyrics Money - 1981 re-recording - Pink Floyd

Money, get away.
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 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 high-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 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"