I wanna tell you all a story About a Harper Valley widowed wife Who had a teenage daughter That attended Harper Valley Junior High Her daughter came home one afternoon And didn't even stop to play And she said, "Mom, I got a note here From the Harper Valley PTA." Well, the note said: Mrs. Johnson You're wearing your dresses way too high And it's been rumored you've been drinking And running around with men and going wild And we really don't think you should Be bringing up your little girl this way And it was signed the secretary Of the Harper Valley PTA Well, it happened that PTA Was gonna meet that very afternoon And they were all surprised when Mrs. Johnson Wore her mini-skirt into the room And when 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 sitting there And seven times he's asked me for a date And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use A lot of ice when he's away And Mr. Baker can you tell us Why your secretary had to leave this town And can Winter Jones be told To leave her window shades All perfectly laid down Well Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'Cause he stayed too late at Kelly's Bar again And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath You'll find she's had a little nip of gin And still you see the need to tell me 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 didn't really happen just that way The day my momma socked it to The Harper Valley PTA The day my momma socked it to The Harper Valley PTA...