Everybody

Everybody wants to be a wannabe

Living in a limousine

Everybody wants to be a tragedy

In a supermarket magazine.

Everybody wants to be famous

Everybody wants more things

Everybody longs to feel the pain

That a whole lotta money's gonna bring.

Everybody wants their name on the guest list

Everybody wants to get in free

Everybody wants complete fidelity

From two or three lovers simultaneously.

Everybody wants to be an individual

Everybody else does, too

All I wanna be in idiot free

And outta here with you.

Everybody wants to have children

No-one wants to hang around

Everybody wants the world to cry

When they're lying in the cold, cold ground.

Everybody wants the ideal body

Waiting when they get back home

Whether that's the one in Shanghai, London,

New York City or the villa in Rome.

Everybody wants to be an individual

Everybody else does, too

All I wanna be is idiot free

And outta here with you.

Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped

And examined in a U.F.O

Everybody's locked into too much hock

To ever think about what they don't want you to know.

And still they're gonna be an individual

Everybody else is, too

All I wanna be is idiot free

And outta here with you

Ah yeah, all I wanna be is idiot free and outta here with you

I said all I wanna be is idiot free and outta here with you.