Who needs money
not me
who needs fortune or fame
I don't need a new career
a sympathetic ear a name
all I need is time to play
only want the game
Point me to the mic
I know what I like
Don't ya wanna be
the life of the party
don't ya wanna be
the cream of the crop
don't ya wanna feel
those shivering fits
til someone calls it quits
til someone calls a cop
Don't ya wanna land
the role of a lifetime
well ya better get
down on one knee
cause you could play
the life of the party
if you can pray with me
Ooooh
Who needs lovers
not I
Who needs
heaven above
don't have time
for things unsaid
For baking bread
for love
All I need is room to fight
hand in fisted glove
Point me to the sky
it's my turn to fly
Don't ya wanna be
the life of the party
don't ya wanna be
the top of the heap
this is where the
jamboree never ends
why not be counting friends
instead of counting sheep
If you wanna join
the heavenly choir
hurry up and get yourself in line
but don't you pass
the life of the party
until you pass the wine
Let the drinks pour
let the crowds roar
let the heavens wildly cheer
Til the sunrise
brings the goodbyes
I'll be here
never fear
ohhhhhhh
Whose it gonna be
the life of the party
whose it gonna be now
the King of the hill
don't ya wanna be
there running the show
until it's time to go
or til it's time to kneel
Don't ya ever wanna be
somebody to envy
don't ya wanna be
good loose and free
well you could be
the life of the party
if you were more like me yeah