(Terry Britten)

One time, two times, three times four
Hey, hey hey, hey hey hey
Twelve angry husbands knocking on my door

Hey, hey hey, hey hey hey

Accusing me of having done
Something that would make me run run run run run
Why won't they sit and listen
All that they want to do is christen me

One time, two times, three times four
Hey, hey hey, hey hey hey
Gotta go gotta play around no more
Hey, hey hey, hey hey hey

Can't you see I've had the gun
Now they're gonna make me run run run run run
Why won't they sit and listen
All that they want to do is christen me
I didn't mean to play around with fire
But nevertheless I got burned
I won't do it again