Hello, Missus Johnson
You self righteous woman
You 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 neighbourhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle
And, yes, that's my gla**
And I see you're eye-balling
This pretty young la**
The chicken cast, my arse
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 he 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's
Going to have us a good talk
Later on tonight
Goodbye, Missus Johnson
You self righteous biddy
I don't need your preaching
And I don't need your pity
So 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 he 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's
Going to have us a good talk
Later on tonight
Yeah, me and the good lord's
Going to have us a good talk
Later on tonight