You never give 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, 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, wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today, came true today

1,2,3,4,5,6,7 All good children go to heaven