You never give me your money You don't even give me your funny paper and in the middle of negotiations I'll break down I always give you my number I always give you my situation and in the middle of investigations You break down Not in college, money spent Can't see no future, nor pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack July morning, no turning back Yellow bellied fucks, nowhere to go But oh, that magic feeling, knows where to go Oh, that magic feeling Know where to go? One sweet dream Pick up my bags and send my limousine When will I be away from here? Step on your gas and wipe that tear away One two three four five six seven, All good children go to Heaven
