"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 jun 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
* 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 loos up form his want ads
* chorus *
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