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