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