After school, we two engaged in pre-pubescent play At your house, afternoons we spent cruising your black driveway In your junior Thunderbird electric kiddie car I chauffeured you and you lounged in back Back then, you were a star Well, your mother, she was famous, and so you were famous too Call me groupie, call me gigolo, oh, I fell in love with you I asked you once, "What will you be?" But you quickly said, "A nurse" But the way you sparkled way back then I knew you'd caught the curse Everybody's got a block off which they are a chip Oh, but some chips grow to be great blocks, so Liza, let it rip This is your ex-chauffeur who speaks Indeed, you've caught the curse Now you've got that Oscar I don't think you'll be a nurse