Sweet Little Lisa
Written by H. Devito, D. Cowart, and W.M. Cowart · © All rights reserved
Well the work whistle blew at half past 5 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 the hell you tryin’ to do
So 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 me, man
I began to drool
I said with all the evidence at hand
Girls, you got to understand
Since I met my baby, I’ve been living by the Golden Rule
There ain’t nobody gonna make me shout
Ain’t nobody gonna put me out
There ain’t nobody gonna make me do like my
Sweet little Lisa does
Ah, there ain’t nobody gonna make me sing
Sink my head in a cold, cold steam
Make me do the wrong damn thing like
My sweet little Lisa does
I was hauling out of Dallas
Got pulled over by a debutante
She was playing with her gearshift
I was playing kind of nonchalant
She said you take me up to her room
And keep me fat on milk and Lorna Doons
I got a sweet sugar mama
Gonna get me everything I want
