Hid here
Hidden by a thought
And lost, deep in
Talk, must I assume
We shall resume
4000 rooms
To devise and construct

The door is stuck
Before the floor, you gotta build it up
After three-thousand-nine-nine-nine we had some luck

Such an epic arrangement of chambers you had never saw
A honeycomb for ages all
Designed for you
Regal or crude
4000 rooms
That to view you were born

They're all your own
You come inside with fam'ly like a home
For these 4000 rooms you have already known
The door is stuck
Before the floor, you gotta build it up
After three-thousand-nine-nine-nine we had some luck