Liza

After school, we two engaged in pre-pubescent play

At your house, afternoons we spent cruising your black driveway

In your junior Thunderbird electric kiddie car

I chauffeured you and you lounged in back

Back then, you were a star

Well, your mother, she was famous, and so you were famous too

Call me groupie, call me gigolo, oh, I fell in love with you

I asked you once, "What will you be?"

But you quickly said, "A nurse"

But the way you sparkled way back then

I knew you'd caught the curse

Everybody's got a block off which they are a chip

Oh, but some chips grow to be great blocks, so

Liza, let it rip

This is your ex-chauffeur who speaks

Indeed, you've caught the curse

Now you've got that Oscar

I don't think you'll be a nurse