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