Money

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 my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit
I'm in the house, fine dining
Chief first-class travel in satin
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