text: 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 moneys 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 well 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
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  All good children go to Heaven