Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: David Gilmour] Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack 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 Learjet [Guitar Interlude] [Guitar Solo] [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...