Money

Money, get away
You 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 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 travelling 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
Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise
It's no surprise they're giving none away

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