Ooh, don't you know we have it made
Yeah everything will turn out great
When the stars were born they called our names,
Yeah, don't you know we have it made
But We're sick of it all
Sick of it all Ooh, everything is right as rain
But I haven't seen a cloud all day
When the sky will fall we'll meet again
And then everything will go my way
But We're sick of it all
Sick of it all