

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay And your O.K. 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 my stack Money, it's a hit Don't give me that Do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity First class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet (Sax and guitar solos) 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 Away Away Away Away... Money is the reason we wake up in the morning monday threw till friday its the gas that gets us to where we want to go. Its the comfort i am beginning to hate. Work, work, work ,work to eat,live,love,explore.... personally its a drug.


