歌词
Money, you get away (away)
You 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 daydreams
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, you get back
I'm all right, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
But 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 rise
It's no surprise that they're giving none away (away)
Away (away), away (away), away (away), away (away)
Away (away), away (away), away (away), away (away)
But if you ask for a rise
It's no surprise that they're giving none away (away)
Written by: Roger Waters
