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 But 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, travelling set 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