You Never Give Me Your Money ------------------------------(Lennon/McCartney)You never give me your moneyYou only give me your funny paperand in the middle of negotiationsyou break downI never give you my numberI only give you my situationand in the middle of investigationI break downOut of college, money spentSee no future, pay no rentAll the money's gone, nowhere to goAny jobber got the sackMonday morning, turning backYellow lorry slow, nowhere to goBut oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to goOh, that magic feelingNowhere to goOne sweet dreamPick up the bags and get in the limousineSoon we'll be away from hereStep on the gas and wipe that tear awayOne sweet dream came true todayCame true todayCame true today (yes it did)One two three four five six seven,All good children go to Heaven