You Never Give Me Your Money

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

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