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Tytuł: Money

  • Wykonawca: Pink Floyd
  • Wy¶wietleń: 397
Money, get away
  Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
  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 my stack.
  Money it's a hit
  Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
  I'm in the hi-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 rise 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"