So you found the lock
But not the key that college brings
And all the trouble of a B.A. in English literature
Instead of law or something more practical
You traded all your time for money and the blues
But no trust fund or daddy doctor
What do you have to prove?

So you found your joy on Saturdays
With friends and film
Fingering your girlfriend
Your father's pride was beaming
When you bought your first home in Garden City
Stability outwins fashion or attitude
Long sober walks upstate
You don't miss a thing, do you?

So you found the lock
But not the key that college brings
And all the trouble of a B.A. in English literature
Instead of law or something more practical
You traded all your time for money and the blues
But no trust fund or daddy doctor
What do you have to prove?