You've been giving half your income away, right, hon?
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 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
They're giving none away
And, as the cock crew, those who stood before
The tavern shouted--"Open then the door!
"You know how little while we have to stay,
"And, once departed, may return no more."