Money, a get away

Go 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

A new car, caviar, four-star daydream

Think I'll buy me a football team

Money, we'll 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 hi-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, away, away, away