Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
THINGS FOUND ON THE GROUND NEAR MY OFFICE
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
Today
But if you ask for a rise
It's no surprise that they're
Giving none away
Away
Away
Away
Away...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
THINGS FOUND ON THE GROUND NEAR MY OFFICE
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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