How ya doin', Nashville? Welcome to the Mother Church We're gonna go all the way back Here we go One, two, one, two, hit it! This ain't no country club And it ain't no disco This is Nashville, Tennessee "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die" Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos or nothing He says his name is William, but I'm sure It'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 And 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 And they drive up in their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company and records stores, too But 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 'Til 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 off his bottles of Bud He lays each one up on the bar And lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers Before blowing and cursing them out He watches 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 '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 'Til the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard And otherwise, the bar is ours The day and the night and the car wash too The Buds and the matches and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon, sing it y'all 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 I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling there's a party going on, party goin' on Right back there, I see the party All I wanna do is have some fun 'Til the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard 'Til the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard

I'm American made, Bud Light, Chevrolet My mama taught me wrong from right I was born in the South Sometimes I have a big mouth When I see somethin' that I don't like I gotta say it Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long time Payin' no mind to the signs Well, this neighborhood's changed It's all been rearranged We left that dream somewhere behind Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screaming, it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, babe, you've got your blinders on Everybody's lookin' for a way to get real gone Real gone Real gone But there's a new cat in town He's got high paid friends Thinks he's gonna change history You think you know him so well Yeah, you think he's so swell But he's just perpetuatin' prophecy You might also like Now and Then The Beatles Suburban Legends (Taylor's Version) Taylor Swift All I Wanna Do Sheryl Crow (C'mon now) Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screaming, it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way To get real gone (Uh-uh-uh-uh) Real gone (Uh-uh-uh-uh) Real gone (Uh-uh-uh-uh) Real gone (Uh-uh-uh-uh) Uh Well, you can say what you want But you can't say it 'round here 'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin' Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong You didn't like the sound of that Now, did ya? Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screaming, it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Well, here I come and I'm so not scared Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air Look out, you take your blinders off Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Real gone Real gone Ooh Real gone Real gone