v.1
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self-righteous woman
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin'?
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are?
Standin' here dissin' with a backslidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar

v.2
Well, yes that's my bottle, yes that's my glass
And I see you're eye-ballin this pretty young lass
It ain't none of your business, but yes, she's with me
An' we don't need no sermon, you self-righteous woman, just let us be

Chorus:
The Lord knows I'm drinkin', and runnin' around
An' He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town
The Lord knows I'm sinnin', and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the Good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight

Instr. Brk [8b]

v.3
Goodbye Mrs Johnson, you self-righteous biddie
I don't need your preachin', an' I don't need your pity
So go back to whatever you hippocrites do
An' when I talk to Heaven, be nice, an I'll put in a good word for yu

Rpt. Ch.