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 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
And all I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you
Yeh all I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you
Everybody wants to have children
And 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
And 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 in 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
And all I wanna be is idiot free
And outta here with you
Yeah, all I wanna be is idiot free and outta here with you
Yeah, all I wanna be is idiot free and outta here with you
