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