Pink Floyd - Any Colour You Like - Darkside lyrics

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 all right Jack, keep your hands off of my stack Money, it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullsh** I'm in the hi-fidelity first cla** travelling 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 Away, away, away, away, away, away, away "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!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "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 freight eleven. After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out."