Does anyone of you know
What heppend to him?
Last night
He had a dream
That he has a wife
Like all the other people in the world
A wife that works and doesn't walk around
But all that is just a wish
There is still no joy for that man
Cause as long she has it her way in the house
He will take good care not to object
Xhantippe1, what are you doing now?
Almost the whole city knows about that woman
Cause every day in that house
Glasses, pots fly around
A real war is led
And it goes on like that for days
No one, no one cares about his pain
And he, poor man, thinks joy will come anyway
Into that house in which he spent his youth
1. she was the wife of Socrates, a symbol for a loud, argumentative wife