You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
and in the middle of negotiations

you break down

I never give you my number

I only give you my situation
and in the middle of investigation
I break down


Out of college, money spent
See no future, pay no rent

All the money's gone, nowhere to go
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back

Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Oh, that magic feeling

Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go


One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here

Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today

Came true today (yes it did)

One two three four five six seven,

All good children go to Heaven