Money (Live at the Empire Pool, Wembley, London, 1974)

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: David Gilmour] 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 [Verse 2: David Gilmour] 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 [Saxophone Solo] [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 [Outro: David Gilmour] Away, away, away Away, away, away Away, ooh... [Spoken Outro: Interview excerpts] - 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