The Life of the Party

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 runnin' 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.