Текст песни Money - 2001 Remastered Version - 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 Learjet

Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
It's 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), away (I was in the right), away (yes, absolutely in the right), away
Away (I was definitely in the right), away (that geezer was cruising for a bruising), away
Away (I don't know), away (I was really drunk at the time)

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 was just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two
He was asking why it wasn't coming up on fader 11
After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him
Why it wasn't coming up on fader 11
It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out