Money - Live

Lyrics

Money, get away
 You 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
 A new car, caviar, four star daydream
 Think I'll buy me a football team
 Money, well, 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
 You know, 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
 Away, away
 Away, away
 Away, away
 I was in the right
 Yes, absolutely in the righ
 I certainly was in the right
 You was definitely in the right, that geezer was cruising for a bruising
 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 two
 He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely
 After I yelling and screaming and telling him why
 

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Song Details

Duration
08:54
Key
11
Tempo
124 BPM

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