Lisas 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 'em 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 Beam
Goodnight, all you socialites, don't wait up for me
I'll be out way past the time the scene's no sight to see
But 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