(testo e musica Roger Waters)

Money, get away;
get a good job with more pay and you’re ok.
Money, it’s a gas;
grab that cash with both hans 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 hi-fidelity first class travelling 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 a surprise
that they’re giving none away.


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