| Hit it!
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| This ain’t no disco
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| It ain’t no country club either
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| This is LA!
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| «All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,»
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| Says the man next to me out of nowhere
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| It’s apropos of nothing
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| He says his name’s William but I’m sure
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| He’s Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
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| And he’s plain ugly to me
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| And I wonder if he’s ever had a day of fun in his whole life
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| We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
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| In a bar that faces a giant car wash
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| The good people of the world are washing their cars
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| On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
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| As best they can in skirts in suits
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| They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
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| Back to the phone company, the record store too
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| Well, they’re nothing like Billy and me, cause
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| All I wanna do is have some fun
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| I got a feeling I’m not the only one
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| All I wanna do is have some fun
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| I got a feeling I’m not the only one
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| All I wanna do is have some fun
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| Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
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| I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
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| And Billy likes to peel the labels
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| From his bottles of Bud
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| He shreds them on the bar
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| Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
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| Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
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| Before blowing and cursing them out
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| And he’s watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
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| And a happy couple enters the bar
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| Dangerously close to one another
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| The bartender looks up from his want ads
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| All I wanna do is have some fun
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| I got a feeling I’m not the only one
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| All I wanna do is have some fun
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| I got a feeling I’m not the only one
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| All I wanna do is have some fun
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| Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
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| Otherwise the bar is ours, |