Money - 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 bullshit

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 — (chuckles) — 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.

It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out