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

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 Learjet

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
Away, oh

Yeah, 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