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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
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