Oh husband, dear husband, I tremble with fear, You've been on the night shift for nearly a year.
And since you are gone nearly all through the night, A real piece of ass seems way out of sight.
Oh husband, dear husband, now don't be a fool, Working the night shift is wasting your tool.
It's better not to work for the rest of your life, Than to bring home a peeter that's dead to your wife.
I've always been happy as your little queen, But now in the night you're no where to be seen.
You come home in the morning barely able to creep ,I feel like screwing but you want to sleep.
Each morning, dear husband, when you go to bed, I get so darn mad I could lay down and cry.
I've pleaded, dear husband, with tears in my eyes, I've played with your balls but your pecker won't rise.
So I'll get me a man who works through the day, Then at night when you're gone, we'll proceed to the hay.
For in all the great world there is only one sin, For which there's no pardon and never has been.
And that is a man who is foolish and mean, Who gives up his screwing to run a machine.