When she rang my doorbell To sell her jewels below I said to her, my wife is not here Excuse me, but sell the jewels, I don't care And I closed my door again To go back to my stove To watch my lamb that was sizzling Just the way it should I am what they call The model husband I hear noise at my window Oh la la la, who is it again? I see her, but this time She wants to sell me a lacquered gown I said to her, my wife, I'm on vacation I would like to be given peace And for her to understand me well Without regret, I slap her on the nose I am what they call The model husband Go, go, go, go, go I finish, I go, I choose the program I sit in front of the TV I think I'm dreaming, because the good woman Begins to speak to me through the chimney Oh no, of course I had to go out the ladder It was necessary that she come down from the roof She falls into my arms But stop there, baby, we don't do it I am what they call The model husband Go, go, go, go, go I'm finally in my room For a well-deserved rest I'm barely in my bedsheet She comes out of the closet to approach me So if you see my wife Tell her she's getting ideas There was nothing to do a drama For a black hair found on the pillow I am what they call The model husband Go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go