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