Sweet dreams aren´t made of fees
Who am I in this degree?
I designed a house
With seven trees,
Everybody’s failing something
Some of them want to use glue
Some of them want to calculate a flue
Some of them want to use blue
Some of them want to find a hue
Sweet dreams are made of friezes
Who am I without coffee or tea?
I sleep only once
In the seven days
Everybody’s stressing for something
Hold your CAD up
Keep your CAD up, movin’ on
