Money - Pink Floyd (平克·弗洛伊德)

Lyrics by：Roger Waters

Composed by：Roger Waters

Produced by：Pink Floyd

Money get away

You get a good job with more 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 alright Jack keep your hands off of my stack

Money it's a hit

Ah don't give me that do-goody-good bulls**t

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 rise it's no surprise

That they're giving none away

Away away away

Away away away

Away ooh

Yeah

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

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 fader eleven

After I was yelling and screaming and telling him why

It wasn't coming up on fader eleven