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