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