| I go to college
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| That makes me so cool
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| I live in a dorm
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| And show off by the pool
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| I join the right clubs
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| Just to build an impression
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| I block out thinking
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| It won’t get me ahead
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| My ambition in life
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| Is to look good on paper
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| All I want is a slot
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| In some big corporation
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| Belushi’s my hero
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| I lampoon and I ape him
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| My news of the world
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| Comes from Sports Illustrated
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| I’m proud of my trophies
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| Like my empty beer cans
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| Stacked in rows up the wall
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| To impress all my friends
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| No, I’m not here to learn
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| I just want to get drunk
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| And major in business
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| And be taught how to fuck
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| Win! |
| Win!
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| I always play to win
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| Wanna fit in like a cog
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| In the faceless machine
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| I’m a terminal terminal terminal preppie
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| Terminal terminal terminal preppie
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| Terminal terminal terminal terminal
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| Terminal terminal terminal terminal
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| I want a wife with tits
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| Who just smiles all the time
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| In my centerfold world
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| Filled with Springsteen and wine
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| Some day I’ll have power
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| Some day I’ll have boats
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| A tract in some suburb
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| With Thanksgivings to host
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| I’m a terminal terminal terminal preppie
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| Terminal terminal terminal preppie
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| Terminal terminal terminal preppie |