Bruttosozialprodukt

When early in the morning the factory siren blares
And the time clock moans lustfully when punching in
In the assembly hall, the neon sun shines
And the forklift driver boasts with the stacker fork
Yes, then we roll up our sleeves again
We increase the gross national product
Yes, yes, yes, now we roll up our sleeves again

The nurse gets a huge shock
Another patient is gone again
They amputated his last leg
And now he's diving back in with all his might
Yes, then we roll up our sleeves again
We increase the gross national product
Yes, yes, yes, now we roll up our sleeves again

When Grandpa swings onto his bike on Sunday
And secretly sneaks into the factory
Then Grandma is afraid he'll collapse
Because Grandpa is working overtime again today
Yes, then we roll up our sleeves again
We increase the gross national product
Yes, yes, yes, now we roll up our sleeves again

At Christmas, everyone lies around and says pu-uh-uh-uh
The trash can won't close anymore
The gift tables get more colorful
And on Wednesday, the garbage truck comes and takes all the junk away
Yes, then we roll up our sleeves again
We increase the gross national product
Yes, yes, yes, now we roll up our sleeves again

When early in the morning the factory siren blares
And the time clock moans lustfully when punching in
One after the other, the work frenzy has taken hold
And now they sing together in work rhythm
Yes, then we roll up our sleeves again
We increase the gross national product
Yes, yes, yes, now we roll up our sleeves again