"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 Willian 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
Chorus: 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
Chorus: 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
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
Chorus: 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
