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All I Wanna Do

"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 wahing their cars. On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing. As best
they can in skirt 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. (x2) 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 shared them on the bar. Then he lights every match in an oversized
pack. Letting each one burn down to his thick finger. 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. 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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