Money - Britpop

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 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 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»