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 visitin' with a back slidin' Christian   In a neighborhood bar      Well yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass   And I see you're eye balling 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 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   Gonna 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   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   Gonna have us a good talk later tonight