All I Wanna Do

All I wanna do is have a little fun before I Die. Says a man next to me, outta nowhere. This apropos nothing. He says his name is William. But I'm sure it's Bill, or Billy, or Mac, or Buddy. And he's plain ugly to me. And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life. He's drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts and suits They drive their shiny Lexus and Buicks Back to the phone company and the record Store too, Well, they're nothing like Bill and me, cause All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard. I like my caffiene buzz early in the morning And Bill likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar And he likes every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers Before blowing and cursing them out - and he's watching The bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor The happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads. But All I Wanna Do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I Wanna Do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I Wanna Do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Otherwise the bar is ours. The day and the night And the car wash too, the matches and the Buds And the cleanin' dirty cars, the sun and the moon. All I Wanna Do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I Wanna Do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I Wanna Do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard