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
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, whoo, win
Win, I always play to win
Want to fit in like a cog
In the faceless machine
I'm a terminal, terminal, terminal preppie
Terminal, terminal, terminal preppie
Terminal, terminal, terminal, terminal
Terminal, terminal, terminal, terminal
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
I'm a terminal, terminal, terminal preppie
Terminal, terminal, terminal preppie
Terminal, terminal, terminal preppie
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