hit it
this ain’t no disco
it ain’t no country club either
this is la
all i wanna do is have a little fun before i die
says the man next to me out of nowhere
it’s apropos of nothing
he says his name is william but i’m sure
he’s bill or billy or mac or buddy
and he’s plain ugly to me and i wonder if
he’s ever had a day of fun in his whole 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 too
well they’re nothing like billy and me cause
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
all i wanna do is have some fun
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
he shreds 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 bottles of bud
as they spin on the floor
and a happy couple enters the bar
dangerously close to one another
the bartender looks up from his want ads but
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
all i wanna do is have some fun
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
otherwise the bar is ours
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 but
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
all i wanna do is have some fun
i got a feeling the party’s just begun
all i wanna do is have some fun
i won’t tell you that you’re the only one
all i wanna do is have some fun
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard
Artist: Sheryl Crow
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 228