"Who doesn't work doesn't make love!"
This I told him, my husband.
He returned home tired yesterday,
he sat down, there was nothing on the table.
Enraged I shouted at him that
he had been on strike for two days in three.
With the money he gave me
I wasn't going to do it any more
and had decided that
I was going on strike against him.
"Who doesn't work doesn't make love!"
This I told him, my husband.
So he went to work
while all the others were on strike.
And a big fist arrived in his face
He went on foot to the medical service...
The trams were also on strike
He arrived there, but there wasn't a doctor
Even he was on strike!
What a game? Mah...
But how will it end up?
There's chaos in the city.
He doesn't exist without making love.
But if he goes on strike I tell him:
"Who doesn't work doesn't make love!"
Help me dear master
that way you will see that in your house
and in every house
love will come in!
That way you will see that in your house
and in every house
love will come in!