Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Rich club, poor club . . .
Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, its 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.
Dont 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 dont take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise its no surprise that they're
Giving none away.
"Money" from Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon (1973)
Me is still fooking reeling from the news that Man City is in line to become the next Chelsea. And whilst me will not begrudge the long-suffering City fans their moment in the sun, it pains me that me beloved club looks like its gonna get left behind in the money game. No thanx to the two fooking Yanks & to David Moores & Rick Parry fer selling us out . . . sigh . . .
While City's (probable) rise will shake up the footballing heirachy, me is afraid that we are just a couple of steps from doing a fooking Newcastle . . . or better yet . . . LEEDS!
Anyway, here's the vid to that Floyd classic. Enjoy . . .