money

pink floyd’un dark side of the moon albumunden bir parca...


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 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"