HANNES: I wonder if I ever can Be an ordinary man Maybe an Electrician A Shoemaker or a Clerk My burning creativity Is gonna be the death of me I'd really rather be a Salesman A Carpenter or a Thief MARTINA: Oh, what a drag To be overpaid and educated I wish I was Working With My Hands Wouldn't it be such a relief To turn off my mind and draw the blinds I wish I was Working With My Hands HANNES: My burning creativity Is gonna be the death of me I'd really rather be a Sailor A Bricklayer or a Chef