Money - Live

Lyrics for Money - Live

Money, get away You 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 A new car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, well, 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 You know, 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 Away, away Away, away I was in the right Yes, absolutely in the righ I certainly was in the right You was definitely in the right, that geezer was cruising for a bruising Why does anyone do anything? I don't know, I was really drunk at the time I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number two He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely After I yelling and screaming and telling him why