Lisa's Birthday

It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call

She's got no money for a cab she's way to drunk to walk

Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs

about trying to love two women and only taking one girl home

It's a good thing that her dancing shoes don't run on gasoline

She could dry up Texas in one night the way she feels that beat

If I don't find them under the bed we make love on,

she's lighting Lisa's candles and they'll be burning all night long

So happy birthday Lisa Good evening Jim Beam

Goodnight all you socialites don't wait up for me

I'll be out way past the time the scenes' no sight to see

Ya'll don't live with Lisa

And she don't stay with me

It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call

Her car's not where she parked it it's with her wallet and her phone

Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs

about trying to love two women and only taking one girl home

I get older and Lisa keeps on turning twenty-one