Текст песни Money - Pink Floyd

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 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
- Yeah -- (chuckles) -- 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 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 it was in, he could get it in Number Two
He was asking why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven
After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him
Why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven
It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out