I wanna tell you all a story 'bout a
Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended
Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
And she said, "Mama, got a note here from the
Harper Valley P.T.A."

Well, the note said, "Mrs. Johnson,
You're wearin your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinkin'
And a-runnin' round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe you oughta be
A-bringing up your little girl this way."
And it was signed by
"The Secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A."

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Well, it happened that the P.T.A.
Was gonna meet that very afternoon
And they were sure surprised when
Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting
Of the Harper Valley P.T.A."

"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
Whenever he's away.
And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your
Secretary had to leave this town?
And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her
Window shades all pulled completely down."

"Well, Mr Harper couldn't be here
'Cause he stayed too long 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 then you have the nerve to tell me,
You think 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 really did,
It happened just this way;
The day my mama socked it to
The Harper Valley P.T.A.
The day my mama socked it to
The Harper Valley P.T.A.
The day my mama socked it to
The Harper Valley P.T.A...