Working Overtime

Oh husband, dear husband, I tremble with fear.
You've been on overtime for almost a year.
And since you've been gone, 'til way late at night,
A good piece of ass seems way out of sight.

Oh husband, dear husband, please don't be a fool.
Working this overtime is wasting your tool.
For better it is to be poor all your life,
Than to bring a soft pecker home to your wife.

I used to be happy as your little queen,
But now everynight you're nowhere to be seen.
You come home from work just able to creep.
I feel like screwing, but you want to sleep.

Each evening, dear husband, your crawl into bed,
Your intentions are good, but your pecker is dead.
I play with your pecker all wrinkled and dry,
I get so mad, I could lay down and cry.

I plead with you dear with tears in my eyes;
I play with your balls, but your pecker won't rise.
So, I'll find me a man who works 8 hours a day,
And while your're on overtime we'll proceed to play.

For in this whole world, there is only one sin,
For which there is no pardon, and never has been...
And that is a man so foolish and mean
That he gives up his fucking to run a machine.