“Money” Lyrics - Pink Floyd

Lyrics

“Money”


Money, get away

Get a good job with more pay and you’re 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.

Money, it’s a hit

Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit

I’m in the hi-fidelity first class traveling 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


“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 a bruising!”

“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.”