Everybody wants to be Kennedy, living in a limousine,
And everybody wants to be trashy, in a supermarket magazine.
Everybody wants to be famous,
Everybody wants more things,
Everybody wants to feel the pain that a whole lot of money’s gonna bring,
Everybody wants their name on the guest list,
Everybody wants to get in free,
Everybody wants complete fidelity, or two or three lovers simultaneously,
Everybody wants to be individual,
Everybody else does too,
All I wanna be is idiot free, outta here with you
All I wanna be is idiot free, 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 their ideal life to be…
Even when they get back home,
Whether it’s the one from Shanghai, London, New York City or the villa in Rome.
Still you gotta be individual,
Everybody else is too,
All I wanna be is idiot free, Outta here with you
All I wanna be is idiot free, Outta here with you
Everybody thinks they might have been tonight …,
And examining an UFO,
‘Cos everybody’s locked in too much shut to ever think about
What they don’t want you to know.
Still you gotta be individual,
Everybody else is too,
All I wanna be is idiot free, Outta here with you
Oh, oh, all I wanna be is idiot free, Outta here with you
