Money - Tommy Shaw, Edgar Winter, Bill Bruford

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 rise

It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away

Away away away

Away away away