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 
Came true today (yes it did) 
 
One two three four five six seven, 
All good children go to Heaven

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