I want to tell you all a story   'Bout a Harper Valley widowed wife   Who had a teenage daughter   Who attended Harper Valley Junior High      Well her daughter came home one afternoon   And didn't even stop to play   She said, "Mom, I got a note here   From the Harper Valley PTA"      The note said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing   Your dresses way too high   It's reported you've been drinking   And a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild      And we don't believe   You ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"   It was signed by the secretary   Harper Valley PTA      Well, it happened that the PTA   Was gonna meet that very afternoon   They were sure surprised   When Mrs. Johnson wore her mini-skirt into the room      And as she walked up to the blackboard   I still recall the words she had to say   She said, "I'd like to address this meeting   Of the Harper Valley PTA"      Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there   And seven times he's asked me for a date   Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use   A lot of ice whenever he's away      And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why   Your secretary had to leave this town?   And shouldn't widow Jones be told   To keep her window shades all pulled completely down?      Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here   'Cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again   And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath   You'll find she's had a little nip of gin      Then you have the nerve to tell me   You think that as a mother, I'm not fit   Well, this is just a little Peyton Place   And you're all Harper Valley hypocrites      No, I wouldn't put you on because it really did   It happened just this way   The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA   The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA