Money (Early Mix 1972) Songtext
von Pink Floyd

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 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 Lear jet

Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly, 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
That they′re giving none away

Away, away, away
Away, away, away
Away, ooh
Away, ooh