Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're OK
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a good 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 surprise that they're
Giving none away
Writer(s): George Roger Waters
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