lundi 21 juillet 2008

Money - 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 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 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 could'nt 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 was'nt coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out.

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