Look at all that cash! Baby cold hard cash Falling from the ceiling It's creating affection in us all Stand up for your right Take it to the place where nobody else thinks about it
And away and away and away we go 'Till it hurts and we lost all control And I don't feel obliged to pay
You know it has to get better some day...
I'm the turmoil man Rubbing everybody in the wrongest of ways It's only fair So stand up and admit I'm headed to that place where it's all in the mix, you know it
That away and away and away we go 'Till it hurts and we lost all control And I don't feel obliged to pay
And away and away and away we go 'Till it hurts and we lost all control And I don't feel obliged to pay