Money Roger Waters

[Verse 1]
Money, get away
You 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

[Refrain]
New car, caviar, four-star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team

[Verse 2]
Money, get back
I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Ah, don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit

[Refrain]
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

[Verse 3]
Welcome to hell
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again
Welcome to rooftops
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again
Welcome to the starlight room
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again
Welcome to the underworld
And now, for tonight’s main event
The heavyweight
Close swaddled in the cloying folds of fat
For heavyweight
Squats freak fearful on his stool
And through toad lids he squints his vision of the world
The gray parade of waiters and trade is retinue of course
Seconds thirds and fourths
Clean tick-like to his skin
The bell sounds in the corner of the ring a fresh contender for his crown
Puts out his pale hand to shake before the bout
Champion blinks his sticky tongue swallowing greed
With cuprous speed snakes out