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