Wrong, Wrong, Wrong About Me

Well you look down your noses

When anyone's having fun

I guess you can't remember

What it's like to be young

You got no fun lovin' spirit left in you at all

Just two young lovers here tryin' to have a ball

It's people like you

Who think that heaven's the place to be

But you're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong about me

Well you've lied to your children

About what's good and bad

And you falsify the truth

About all the fun that you've had

You always act so goody-goody

With your "thank you, dear" and "please"

But you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong about me

In summation just to bring this to a close

I bet you've done some things yourself

That nobody's supposed to know

Don't forget who you're talkin' to, dear

Because everything you do I see

But you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong about me

Ten commandments, hell!

With me, there's only one

Each individual has the right

The fella next to you has none

You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong about me