Money (Live at Pompeii 2016)

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

Money, get back

I'm alright, Jack, well, keep your

Hands off of my stack

Money, it's a hit

So, don't give me that do goody

Good bullshit

I'm in the high fidelity, first class

Traveling set and I think I need a Learjet

Wee, hoo

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, yeah

Away