Dive into the humorous and unfortunate tale of Lisa, an incompetent principal who loves fried chicken and stands tall at 6'4". Performed by Hank Williams, this song narrates her habit of lying and indecision, while hinting at a career she might have excelled in—professional wrestling.
Verse 1:
There's a principal named Lisa, at our school every day
She's six foot four and three-fifty, with a love for chicken's sway
Decisions aren't her strong suit, keeps makin' climbs to fall
If truth was ever callin', Lord, she missed that beckon call
Chorus:
Oh Lisa, Lisa, why can't you decide?
Your lies stack up high, like chicken wings you hide
Could have been a wrestler, in the ring you'd thrive
Instead, you're here just fumblin', while the students connive
Verse 2:
You see her walkin' down the halls, with a greasy chicken leg
Her stories don't match reality, 'bout things she swears she said
Teacher's can't rely on her, and the kids all roll their eyes
She's a giant in the schoolyard, peddlin' daily lies
Chorus:
Oh Lisa, Lisa, why can't you decide?
Your lies stack up high, like chicken wings you hide
Could have been a wrestler, in the ring you'd thrive
Instead, you're here just fumblin', while the students connive
Bridge:
Out in the ring, she'd grapple and slam
But in our school, she’s just a sham
Everyday decisions, a Herculean feat
Fried chicken’s her escape, that she loves to eat
Verse 3:
Meetings turn to chaos, thrown into disarray
Lisa fumbles answers, can't find her way
Yet, she stands there smiling, with chicken hand in hand
A principal with no compass, lost in her own land
Chorus:
Oh Lisa, Lisa, why can't you decide?
Your lies stack up high, like chicken wings you hide
Could have been a wrestler, in the ring you'd thrive
Instead, you're here just fumblin', while the students connive
Outro:
So next time when you see her, with that greasy chicken wing
Remember Lisa’s legacy, of fumbles she can bring
A giant in the hallways, truth she can't abide
Oh Lisa, why can't you decide?
Verse 1: [G] There's a principal named Lisa, at our school every [C] day She's six foot [G] four and three-fifty, with a love for chicken's [D] sway De- [G] cisions aren't her strong suit, keeps makin' climbs to [C] fall If truth was [G] ever callin', [D] Lord, she missed that beckon [G] call Chorus: Oh [G] Lisa, [C] Lisa, why can't you de- [G] cide? Your lies stack up high, like chicken wings you [D] hide Could have [G] been a wrestler, in the ring you'd [C] thrive In- [G] stead, you're here just [D] fumblin', while the students con- [G] nive Verse 2: You [G] see her walkin' down the halls, with a greasy chicken [C] leg Her [G] stories don't match reality, 'bout things she swears she [D] said Tea- [G] cher's can't rely on her, and the kids all roll their [C] eyes She's a [G] giant in the schoolyard, [D] peddlin' daily [G] lies Chorus: Oh [G] Lisa, [C] Lisa, why can't you de- [G] cide? Your lies stack up high, like chicken wings you [D] hide Could have [G] been a wrestler, in the ring you'd [C] thrive In- [G] stead, you're here just [D] fumblin', while the students con- [G] nive Bridge: [G] Out in the ring, she’d grapple and [C] slam But in our [G] school, she’s just a [D] sham Every- [G] day decisions, a Herculean [C] feat Fried chicken’s [G] her escape, [D] that she loves to [G] eat Verse 3: Meet- [G] -ings turn to chaos, thrown into dis- [C] array Lisa [G] fumbles answers, can't find her [D] way Yet, [G] she stands there smiling, with chicken hand in [C] hand A prin- [G] cipal with no compass, [D] lost in her own [G] land Chorus: Oh [G] Lisa, [C] Lisa, why can't you de- [G] cide? Your lies stack up high, like chicken wings you [D] hide Could have [G] been a wrestler, in the ring you'd [C] thrive In- [G] stead, you're here just [D] fumblin', while the students con- [G] nive Outro: So [G] next time when you see her, with that greasy chicken [C] wing Re- [G] member Lisa’s legacy, of fumbles she can [D] bring A [G] giant in the hallways, truth she can't a- [C] bide Oh [G] Lisa, why can't you [D] decide?
Here's a solid drum beat and tempo for "Lisa, The Principal Who Couldn't Decide":
Tempo: 120 BPM
Drum Beat:
Verse and Chorus:
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Bridge:
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BD BD SD |
HH HH HH HH HH HH HH HH |
(For the bridge, a slight variation with more emphasis on the bass drum can build intensity.)
This beat, with a classic country tempo, will support the humorous and flowing nature of the song, while keeping it lively and engaging.
There is a Principal at a school named Lisa and she is the most incompetent person you would ever meet who can make a decision and perpetually lies all while fried chicken is her favorite meal and snack who should have been a professional wrestler as she stands 6'4" and weight 350 pounds
hank williams