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
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
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