Money

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 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 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 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"


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