Carl:
It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a man like you can waste his time
On women of her kind
Yes I can understand that she amuses
But to let her kiss you and stroke your hair
That's hardly in your line
It's not that I object to her profession
But she doesn't fit in well with what you teach and say
It doesn't help us if you're inconsistent
They only need a small excuse to put us all away

Ted:
Who are you to criticise her?
Who are you to despise her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now
Leave her, leave her, she's with me now
If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones
If your slate is not, then leave her alone!

I'm amazed that men like you
Can be so shallow, thick, and slow
There is not a man among you
Who knows or cares if I come or go

Chorus:
No you're wrong! You're very wrong!
No you're wrong! You're very wrong!
No you're wrong! You're very wrong!
No you're wrong! You're very wrong!
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
How can you say that?

Ted:
Not one, not one of you