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Pink Floyd – Money Money, get away 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 the high-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 payrise it's no surprise That they're giving none away Away, away, way Away, away, away
Writer(s): William Robinson Jr., Berry Gordy Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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