Money – Deep Purple (Letras)

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.

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