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