• Song:


  • Artist:

    Pink Floyd

  • Album:

    Pulse (disc 2)

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 all right 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 raise it's no surprise that they're 
giving none away. 

"HuHuh! I was in the right!" 
"Yes, absolutely in the right!" 
"I certainly was in the right!" 
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!" 
"Why does anyone do anything?" 
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" 
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking 
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming 
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy 
blow, but we sorted the matter out"
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