"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"

Says the man next to me out of nowhere, apropos

Of nothing. He says his name's William but I'm sure

He's Bill or Billy, Mac or Buddy, he's plain ugly to me.

And I wonder if he's ever had fun in his life.

We are 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 Datsuns and Buicks

Back to the phone company, the record store,

Well, they're nothing like Billy and me.



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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

Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.



I like a good beer buzz early in the morning

And Billy likes to peel the labels

From his bottles of Bud and shred them on the bar

Then he lights 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 Buds as they spin on the floor

A happy couple enters the bar dangerously close

The bartender looks up from his want ads.



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Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and the night

And the car wash too, the matches and the Buds

And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon.



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