Money Songtext
von Holly Wilson

Money, 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, away, away