Lyrics Money - 2019 remix [Live] - 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 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 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

Away, away, away
Away, away, away
(I was in the right)
(Yes, absolutely in the right)
(I certainly was in the right)
(Yeah, I was definitely in the right)
(That geezer was cruisin' for a bruisin')
(Why does anyone do anything?)
(I don't know, I was really drunk at the time)
(Just telling him it was in, he could get it in at number two)
(He was asking why it wasn't coming up at freight 11)
(And after, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why)
(It wasn't coming up at freight 11)