How can we make you understand   All you can be is given in your hand   Oh you won't need money      Trust in me, take me by the hand   Oh give us a chip   Dreams are strewn across the sand   You won't need money      Well, all the bent-back pedderlars the jugglers and fools   They're driving me crazy I'm climbing the walls    So show me the way, the way to my stool   Coz I'm so sick, so sick of it all   But when the penny drops      Trust in me, take me by the hand   Oh don't cash in your chips, just yet,    They're strewn across the sand   Oh you won't need you won't money      Well, all the bent-back pedderlars the jugglers and fools   They're driving me crazy, it's no good at all   So show me the way, the way to my stool   But when the penny drops