Tommy Shaw — Money lyrics

Lyrics

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.»