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