Money (Early Mix)

Money

Get away

You get a good job with good 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

Well, 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 a raise

It's no surprise that they're giving none

Away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away

Woo, away, woo