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Lyrics for 'Money' by 'Pink Floyd'
Money, Get Away.
Get A Good Job With Good 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 All Right 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 Traveling 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 Raise It's No Surprise That They're
Giving None Away.
"huhuh! I Was In The Right!"
"yes, Absolutely In The Right!"
"i Certainly Was In The Right!"
"you 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, He Couldn't Get Into Number 2. He Was Asking
Why He Wasn't Coming Up On Freely, After I Was Yelling And
Screaming And Telling Him Why He Wasn't Coming Up On Freely.
It Came As A Heavy Blow, But We Sorted The Matter Out"
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