The Boxmasters - Lord Knows I'm Drinkin' lyrics

Hello, Missus Johnson You self righteous woman You Sunday school teacher What brings you out slumming? Do you reckon the preacher Would approve where you are Standing here visiting With a back sliding Christian In a neighbourhood bar Well, yes, that's my bottle And, yes, that's my gla** And I see you're eye-balling This pretty young la** The chicken cast, my arse 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's Going to have us a good talk Later on tonight Goodbye, Missus 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's Going to have us a good talk Later on tonight Yeah, me and the good lord's Going to have us a good talk Later on tonight