So I came to see how well I could do
It's gone ok and I've made lots of friends
But I still don't know where I'll be in the end
My suitcase - in the corner it lies
I rent a bachelor pad with five other guys
The furniture belongs to somebody else
Homeless people inside a house
Homeless people inside a house
Some people come just to get good grades
To find a job for money and praise
They live so they can hoard up their wealth
But when they die it goes to someone else
Others who come are true party punks
They come to school so they can be drunks
They say to party the night away
But does the pleasure stay when they're old and grey?
Our plaque says: "The Most Intelligent City"
But do you understand this little ditty?
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