Hit it... This ain't no disco |
and it ain't no country club |
this L.A. |
"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 |
Billy, Mac or Buddy |
he's plain ugly to me, and I |
wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his life |
We are drinking beer at noon on a Tuesday |
in a bar that faces a giant car wash |
The good people of the world are washing their cars |
on their lunch break, as best as they |
can in skirts and suits |
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks |
back to the phone company and the record store |
Well they're nothing like Bily and me, |
cause all I wanna do is have some fun, |
I've got a feeling that I'm not the only one, |
all I wanna do is have some fun, |
I've got a feeling that I'm not the only one |
all I wanna do is have some fun, |
until the sun comes up over |
Santa Monica boule vard |
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning |
and Billy likes to peel the labels from his |
Bottle of Bud |
and shred them on the bar |
Ehen 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 |
Bridge: |
x4 |
otherwise the bar is ours |
the day and thee night and the car wash too |
the matches and the Buds and |
the clean and dirty cars |
the sun and the moon |