Текст песни An Accountant's Dream - Omega

A forty years old bald accountant had a terrifying dream
In his nightmare played a rocker raising all his steam

His eyes are 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 morningat his counter fell sound asleep

Curly long beard relaced his neck-tie
To everyday 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