Twenty four hotflush brown-eyed girl Making no good money in a big bad world I don't know where I'll begin but I know where I wanna go (o-oh) So I punch the clock and roam the night Gotta really hate my nine to five Sick of working 'till my body hurts Oh why'd I go to college? The fuck I go to college Oh what the point in o-la-la (Hey!) Bonafide hustler Skin tight jeans Got a choice: Education / Living on the streets I don't know where I belong but I'm getting there on my own (o-oh) So I punch the clock and roam the night Gotta really hate my nine to five Sick of working 'till my body hurts Oh why'd I go to college The fuck I go to college Oh what's the point in o-la-la O-la-la