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 too 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, they'll be burning all night long

So happy birthday,

Lisa, good evening,

Jim BeamGoodnight all you socialites, don't wait up for me

I'll be out way past the time, the scene's no sight to see'

Cause y'all 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