Money

Money, get away
Get a good job with no pay and you're okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

No cock, have your four-star daydream
Think about me, your 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, too good to get booked

I'm in a high-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 their eyes
It's no surprise that they're giving none away

Away, away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away, away