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 investigations,
You 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,
Get in the limousine
Soon We'll be away from here,
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream come true,
Today, Came true today
One two three four five six seven
All good children go to heaven 5x
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