You Never Give Me Your Money - The Beatles

Lennon - McCartney

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 now

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

And Your BIRD Can Sing - The Beatles

Lennon - McCartney

You tell me that you've got everything you want,

And your bird can sing,

But you don't get me, you don't get me.

You say you've seen seven wonders,

And your bird is green,

But you can't see me, you can't see me.

When your prized possessions start to wear you down

Look in my direction, I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round

When your bird is broken will it bring you down

You may be awoken, I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round

You tell me that you've heard every sound there is,

And your bird can swing,

But you can't hear me, you can't hear me