Wedding ring

The wedding ring upon her finger,

Is the sign of her cunt, where only you can enter.

If she has a ring, the house will be full of kids,

There'll be fucking and family, a feast and a ruckus.

When you're out with your wife, the one you put a ring on,

Don't look at other girls, hold on, buddy, cool down.

That's how it's supposed to be, believe me, it's the norm, trust her, believe,

Better gather your strength, hurry off to work.

At work, let loose, get it on with a sweet chick,

Whether you want it front or back, you fuck her for free.

At work, there's no ring, there's fun and bustle,

At home you're a prisoner, at work—it's like paradise!

The wedding ring upon her finger,

It's like a "stop" sign, watching you, my friend.

Won't let you have fun, one step to the side—and you get a black eye,

So pack your things, head south quick.

There on the beach by the sea, in a lounger or a hammock,

Find yourself a beauty, spread her legs.

Order her a cocktail, so you can blow her load quick,

And right under a palm tree in the shade, stick it in and don't be scared.

'Cause there's no ring here, there's awesome easy living,

Wild sex and sweet fucking, that's just bliss, brother!

Put on a rubber, fuck the girl in the ass,

There's no fucking mother-in-law witch, and we don't need dinner!