after years of expensive education
a car full of books and anticipation
i’m an expert on shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
but the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought

maybe i’ll go travelling for a year
finding myself or start a career
i could work for the poor though i’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we’re just the same

maybe i’ll go to the gym so i don’t get fat
aren’t things more easy with a tight six pack?
who knows the answers? who do you trust?
i can’t even separate love from lust

maybe i’ll move back home and pay off my loans
working nine to five answering phones
don’t make me live for my friday nights
drinking eight pints and getting in fights

i don’t want to get up just let me lie in
leave me alone i’m a twenty something

maybe i’ll just fall in love that could solve it all
philosophers say that that’s enough
there surely must be more oooh

love ain’t the answer nor is work
the truth eludes me so much it hurts
but i’m still having fun and i guess that’s the key
i’m a twenty something and i’ll keep being me

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