The Life of the Party

Who needs money?
Not me.
Who needs fortune or fame?
I don't need a new career, a sympathetic ear, a name.
All I need is time to play, only want the game.
Point me to the mic.
I know what I like.

Don't ya wanna be
The life of the party?
Don't ya wanna be
The cream of the crop?
Don't ya wanna feel those shivering fits
'til someone calls it quits
'til someone calls a cop?
Don't ya wanna land
The role of a lifetime?
Well, ya better get down on one knee.
'Cause you could play the life of the party
If you can pray with me.

Ooooh

Who needs lovers?
Not I.
Who needs heaven above?
Don't have time for things unsaid,
For baking bread,
For love.
All I need is room to fight,
Hand in fisted glove.
Point me to the sky,
It's my turn to fly.

Don't ya wanna be
The life of the party?
Don't ya wanna be
The top of the heap?
This is where the jamboree never ends.
Why not be counting friends
Instead of counting sheep?
If you wanna join
The heavenly choir,
Hurry up and get yourself in line.
But don't you pass the life of the party
Until you pass the wine.

Let the drinks pour.
Let the crowds roar.
Let the heavens wildly cheer.
'Til the sunrise
Brings the goodbyes,
I'll be here.
Never fear.
Ohhhhhhh

Whose it gonna be?
The life of the party
Whose it gonna be, now?
The king of the hill.
Don't ya wanna be there runnin' the show
Until it's time to go,
Or 'til it's time to kneel?
Don't ya ever wanna be
Somebody to envy?
Don't ya wanna be
Good, loose, and free?
Well you could be the life of the party
If you were more like me.



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Edwin Lippa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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