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Tytuł: Terminal Preppie

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