You never give me your money only funny paper and in the middle of negotiations you break down I my number situation investigation Out college spent See no future pay rent All money's gone nowhere to go Any jobber got sack Monday morning turning back Yellow lorry slow But oh that magic feeling Oh feeling Nowhere One sweet dream Pick up bags get limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on gas wipe tear came true today Came (yes it did) two three four five six seven good children Heaven source: https://www.lyricsondemand.com/b/beatleslyrics/abbeyroadlyrics.html#16