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