Can’t barter for EVERYTHING. Sad face.

Money, get away 
Get a good job with more pay 
And your O.K. 

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 my stack 

Money, it’s a hit 
Don’t give me that 
Do goody good bullshit 

I’m in the hi-fidelity 
First class traveling set 
And I think I need a Lear jet 

(Sax and guitar solos) 

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 

But if you ask for a rise 
It’s no surprise that they’re 
Giving none away 

“Hu Huh! 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!” 
“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”

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