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So you found the lockBut not the key that college bringsAnd all the trouble of a B.A. in English literatureInstead of law or something more practicalYou traded all your time for money and the bluesBut no trust fund or daddy doctorWhat do you have to prove?So you found your joy on SaturdaysWith friends and filmFingering your girlfriendYour father's pride was beamingWhen you bought your first home in Garden CityStability outwins fashion or attitudeLong sober walks upstateYou don't miss a thing, do you?So you found the lockBut not the key that college bringsAnd all the trouble of a B.A. in English literatureInstead of law or something more practicalYou traded all your time for money and the bluesBut no trust fund or daddy doctorWhat do you have to prove? From Letras Mania