Sweet Little Lisa

Well, the works whistle blew At a half past five o'clock I saw the red light on the corner But man I never tried to stop I got pulled over by a man in blue He said, "What you thinking you're tryin'a do?" I told him 'bout my baby And he let me go, thanks a lot I got invited to a party At a high class Hollywood pool There were women all around And man, I began to drool I weighed the evidence in hand I said, "Girls you got to understand" Since I met my, baby I've been living by the golden rule Ain't nobody gonna make me shout Ain't nobody gonna put me out Ain't nobody gonna make me do Like my sweet little Lisa does Ain't nobody gonna make me sing And make me do the wrong damn thing Sticking my head in a cold, cold stream Like my sweet little Lisa does I was pulling out of Dallas Got pulled over by a debutante And she was playing with her keys She thought I was acting kinda nonchalant She said she'd take me up to her room And keep me [Incomprehensible] I've got a sweet sugar mama Come on give me everything I want Ain't nobody gonna make me shout Ain't nobody gonna put me out Ain't nobody gonna make me do Like my sweet little Lisa does Ain't nobody gonna make me sing And make me do the wrong damn thing Sticking my head in a cold, cold stream Like my sweet little Lisa does I'm sticking my head in a cold, cold stream Like my sweet little Lisa does