Lyrics Flaming Lips

Flaming Lips

Money

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 bullshit

I'm in the hi-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 rise it's no surprise that they're

Giving none away

Away, away, away, away, away, away, away