Money Lyrics – Tommy Shaw & Edgar Winter

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 b#llsh#t
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 rise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away
Away away away
Away away away
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Tommy Shaw & Edgar Winter Lyrics – Money

Tommy Shaw & Edgar Winter

Money