I've got to give a co-writing credit to one of my best friends, John Walsh, who shared with me this hilarious and true story of Prom Night hopes and disappointments.

You wanted Sloe Gin fizzes I was happy to oblige I bought you a blue corsage That matched the color of your eyes It was a night full of potential But the sunrise is too bright And Lisa I've got to go.

I waxed my Dad's Monte Carlo And met you at your door Paid for this motel room By working weekends at the store But the condom in my wallet Remains in there still And Lisa, I've got to go.

CHORUS:

This is a natural thing And it happens every day. Why am I ashamed to admit I am bursting at the seams?

This is not the way I had imagined it would be But the morning is here and Lisa I've got to go

Well your prom dress was lovely And your shoulders so tan I was smelling your perfume When you covered your mouth and ran Now you're passed out all over The bathroom floor And Lisa, I've got to go