Lyrics:

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're1 O.K.
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 2
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-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 rise it's no surprise that they're
Giving none away

Away, away, away, away, away, away, away 3

Yeah... (laughs) I was in the right!
Yes, absolutely in the right!
I certainly was in the right!
Yeah, I was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!
Why does anyone do anything?
Yeah!
Why does anyone do anything?
I don't know; I was really drunk at the time!
I was just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two. He was asking why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out.4