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 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 thehigh 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 rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away, away, away, away, away......
Pink Floyd - Money
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