We Have It Made - Puggy

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