Everybody is screaming trouble
Times ain't like they used to be
You can hardly hold your man
Your job is uncertain guarantee
Well hard luck had me running
Now my back is turned to the wall
But no matter what you say
A good woman never falls
Well you talk about drunken women
The kind that walks the streets all night
But that's the only kind of woman
That you men are going to treat right
So don't be no idle woman
Don't be no sand foot clown
If your man is double-crossing
Don't you start to running around
Now I'll tell you the reason
I don't like a single man much
Well a single man's all right
But he ain't got that married man's touch