Lyrics

[Verse 1: David Gilmour] Money, get away 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 [Verse 2: David Gilmour] Money, get back I'm alright, 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 And I think I need a Lear jet [Solos] [Verse 3: David Gilmour] 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