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I was looking up the lyrics to Money and I had to laugh at verse two.
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.
I was laughing because this song was released in 1973, and now in 2005 a lot older, what are Pink Floyd preaching themselves?
They are giving us "that do goody good bullshit"! ;-)
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