If I had a lot of money

I'd move to another country

I'd disappear, not tell a soul, I'd change my name

Or maybe I'd go back to school

Major in something foolish

And I could do it cause I'd have a lot of money

Here I am holding on to childhood's dream

Sitting in my apple tree

Swaying as the branches tremble under me



The jig is up, it's all been played

The well is dry, the bed's been made

The jig is up, the jig is up



Maybe I could jump,

Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge

But I don't live in Brooklyn

And I don't know how to swim

Or I could find religion

go on some kind of mission

Feed the poor, and then I would go to heaven

if I believed in heaven



Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream

Standing on the balcony

Waiting for someone to come and rescue me



The jig is up, the dance is done

The record skips, the song's been sung

The troops have dwindled down to one

The jig is up

The jig is up, the sun has set

The train is wrecked, the sheets are wet

And like I said, the jig is up



Well I can't really disappear

Cause I don't have a lot of money

And I don't really think I wanna

go back to school

But maybe I'm just in a bad mood

And I need to change my attitude

And when I wake up tomorrow

I'll believe in heaven



Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream

Climbing down the apple tree

Waking as you pull the covers off of me

The jig is up



The jig is up, yes it's been tough

The punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunk

It's time to get the baby up

It's off to work let's start the car

We'll turn it over in its grave

And start again its soul to save

The jig is up but so what

We'll fill again this empty cup

The jig is up, the point's been made

Elvis has just left the stage

The story needs another twist 

And I have had enough of this