Lyrics:

Money get away.
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 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.

'HuHuh! I was in the right!'
'Yes, absolutely in the right!'
'I certainly was in the right!'
'You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!'
'Yeah!'
'Why does anyone do anything?'
'I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!'
'I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out'

[[Found by LyricsFetcher
Source: Lyrdb
Date: 2011-03-03 21:04:48]]