Smack my hand because I'm a naughty boy
A little bit of trouble a little bit of joy
They tell me stop but you don't say when
Oh lordy mama I done it again
They used to tell me when I was at school
Pay attention and stop playing the fool
They told me I would come to no good
If I didn't do what I should
Now Johnny was good at football
And little Billy could run like a deer
There were some that could swim and were good in the gym
And there were those that could fight without fear
They'd come home from sports, covered in all sorts, of bruises and cuts and sprains
But who's that boy sneaking from the bushes
At the back of the High School wall
His back all scorched he looks like a torch
For a boy whose been having a ball
A sinner, a prisoner, goes home to dinner, knees covered in grass stains
The night is quiet in that old country town
When suddenly the air is split by a scream
The fox is loose among the hens
Oh lordy mama it's happened again
Smack my hand because I'm a naughty boy
A little bit of trouble a little bit of joy
They tell me stop but you don't say when
Oh lordy mama I done it again