"He who does not work does not make love"
This is what my wife told me yesterday

"He who does not work does not make love"
This is what my wife told me yesterday
I came home tired yesterday, I sat down
There was nothing on the table
She yells at me angrily that
I've been on strike two out of three days
With the money I give her
She can't take it anymore and has decided that
She's going on strike against me

"He who does not work does not make love"
This is what my wife told me yesterday
So I went to work
While everyone else was on strike
And a big punch in the face came my way
I walked to the medical guard
There was also a tram strike
I get there, but the doctor is not there
He's on strike too
What kind of game is this? But how will it end?
There's chaos in the city
I don't know what to do anymore
If I don't strike, they beat me
If I strike, my wife says

"He who does not work does not make love"
Give me a raise, boss
So you'll see that in your house
And in every house love comes in
So you'll see that in your house
And in every house love comes in

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