Money (Live)

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay, and you're okay Money, it's a gas We 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 We're all 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 hi-fidelity, first class traveling set And I think I'll buy me a Learjet 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, away I was in the right Yes, absolutely in the right I certainly was in the right Yeah, I 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, I couldn't get into number two And he's asking me why After I was yelling and screaming, and telling him why It wasn't coming up on fader-eleven I certainly was in the right