Music & Lyrics: H. DeVito, D. Cowart
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Well the works whistle blew at a half past five o'clock.
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I saw the red light at the corner, man I never tried to stop.
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I got pulled over by a man in blue, he said what you thinking you're tryin'a do?
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I told him 'bout my baby and he let me go, thanks a lot.
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I got invited to a party at a high class Hollywood pool.
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There were women all around me, man I began to drool.
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I weighed the evidence in hand, I said girls you got to understand.
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Since I met my baby I've been living by the golden rule.
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Chorus
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Ain't nobody gonna make me shout.
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Ain't nobody gonna put me out.
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Ain't nobody gonna make me do like my sweet little Lisa does.
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Ain't nobody gonna make me sing.
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Make me do the wrong damn thing.
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Sticking my head in a cold cold stream, like my sweet little lisa does.
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I was pulling out of Dallas, got pulled over by a debutante.
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She was playing with her keys, she thought I was acting kinda nonchalant.
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She said she'd take me up to her room, and keep me ???
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I've got a sweet sugar mama give me everything I want.
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Chorus
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Sweet Little Lisa
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