Hello, Mrs. JohnsonYou're a self-righteous womanAnd a schoolteacherWhat brings you out slumming?Do you reckon the preacherWould approve where you are?Sitting here fistingWith a black-sliding ChristianIn a neighborhood barYes, that's my bottleAnd yes, that's my glassI see you eyeballingThat pretty young ladIt's none of your businessBut yes, she's with meYesWe don't want your sermonYou self-righteous womanJust let us beThe Lord knows I'm drinkingThe Lord knows I'm drinkingAnd running aroundAnd running aroundAnd he don't need your loud mouthDon't need your loud mouthIt's warm in the townIt's warm in the townThe Lord knows I'm sittingThe Lord knows I'm sittingAnd sitting ain't rightAnd sitting ain't rightBut you see, Ms. JohnsonMe and the good LordGonna have us a good talkLater tonightLook out, Ms. JohnsonWait, Ms. JohnsonWait, Ms. JohnsonDon't, don't, don'tBless me nowDon't, don't, don'tGoodbye, Mrs. JohnsonYou old self-righteous pityI don't want your preachingI don't need your loveI don't need your pityGo back to whateverYou old hypocrites doWhen I talk to heavenBe nice and I'll put inA good word for youThe Lord knows I'm drinkingThe Lord knows I'm drinkingAnd running aroundAnd running aroundAnd he don't need your loud mouthYou don't need your loud mouthIn forming the townIn forming the townThe Lord knows I'm sittingThe Lord knows I'm sittingAnd sitting ain't rightAnd sitting ain't rightBut me and the good LordGonna have us a good talkLater tonightYes, ma'amWho told youYou had to change your nameFrom Mrs. JohnsonTo something else?Mr. JohnsonHe said, Mr. JohnsonWell, Mr. JohnsonYou and Ms. JohnsonToday, I started loving you againI guarantee youAnd you don't have to change your nameUnless you want toBut if you just want to change itBrother YikSay you can call yourselfMrs. Yik