domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011

Money

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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