Hello, Mrs. Johnson
You self-righteous woman
Sunday School teacher
What brings you out slumming?
Do you reckon the preacher
Would approve where you are?
Standing here visiting
With a back sliding Christian
In a neighborhood bar
Yes, that's my bottle
And yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballing
This pretty young lass
It ain't none of your business
But yes, she's with me
And we don't need no sermon
You self-righteous woman
Just let us be
The Lord knows I'm drinking
And running around
And we don't need your loud mouth
Informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinning
And sinning ain't right
But me and the good Lord
Will have us a good talk
Later tonight
Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson
You self-righteous biddy
I don't need your preaching
And I don't need your pity
Go back to whatever
You, hypocrites, do
And when I talk to heaven
Be nice and I'll put in
A good word for you
The Lord knows I'm drinking
And running around
And we don't need your loud mouth
Informing the town
The Lord knows I'm sinning
And sinning ain't right
But me and the good Lord
Will have us a good talk
Later tonight
But me and the good Lord
Will have us a good talk
Later tonight