Well, the work was so blue at a half-past five o'clockI saw the red light on the corner, but man, I never tried to stopI got pulled over by a man in blueHe said, now what you think you're trying to do?I told him about my baby and he let me go, thanks a lotI got invited to a party at a high-class Hollywood boothThere were women all around, man, I began to droolHe ever danced his hand, I said, girls, you've got to understandSince I met my baby, I've been living by the golden ruleAin't nobody gonna make me shoutAin't nobody gonna put me downAin't nobody gonna make me doLike my sweet little Lisa doesAin't nobody gonna make me singOr make me do the wrong damn thingSinking my head in a cold, cold streamLike my sweet little Lisa doesWhen I was hauling down to DallasI got pulled over by a debutanteShe was playing with a gush of BobPlaying and an Angel carnivalShe said, you take me up to her roomAnd give me a haircut for my ownAin't nobody gonna make me shout, ain't nobody gonna put me outAin't nobody gonna make me do like my sweet little Lisa doesAin't nobody gonna make me sing, or make me do the wrong damn thingSinking my head in a cold, cold stream like my sweet little Lisa doesSinking my head in a cold, cold stream like my sweet little Lisa does