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 a raise it´s no surprise that they´re
giving none away.

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