Omega — An Accountant´s Dream

A forty years old bald accountant had a terrifying dream In his nightmare played a rocker raising all his steam His eyes were sparkling, his frame was writhing His cheeks were burning, his soul was flying Was more delighted and more rejoiced than before A forty years old bald accountant had a terrifying dream Next day morning at his counter feel sound asleep A forty years old bald accountant had a terrifying dream In his nightmare played a rocker raising all his steam His eyes were sparkling, his frame was writhing His cheeks were burning, his soul was flying Was more dеlighted and more rejoicеd than before Curly long beard replaced his neck-tie To every day work waved a good-bye Playing hard rock he felt himself high in the sky Poor old creature from this time on lived a strange double life Days with working, nights with playing, that´s how he spent all his time