Lisa likes brandy
And the way it hits her lips
She's a rock 'n' roll survivor
With pendulum hips
She's got deep brown eyes
That've seen it all

Working at a nightclub
That was called The Avenue
The barmen used to call her
“Little Lisa, Looney Tunes”
She went down
On almost anyone

From the hard time
Living 'til the Chelsea days
From when her hair was sweet blonde
'til the day it turned gray
She said:

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money
And sense, my friend
You've got heart
And you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now [bad word] back again
You've got heart
And you go in your own way

Some people wear their history
Like a map on their face
And Joey was an artist
Just living out of case
But his best word
Was his letters home

His standard works of fiction
About imaginary success
The [bad word] girls in neon
Were his closest things to friends
But to a writer,
The [bad word] is no big deal

From the hard time living to
The sleepless nights
And the black and blue body
From the weekend fights
He'd say:

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money
And sense, my friend
You've got heart
And you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now [bad word] back again
You've got heart
And you go in your own way

On my last night on earth,
I won't look to the sky
Just breathe in the air
And blink in the light
On my last night on earth,
I'll pay a high price
To have no regrets
And be done with my life

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money
And sense, my friend
You've got heart
And you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now [bad word] back again
You've got heart
And you go in your own way
(repeat)