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 travelling 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 abruising!'
'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'