Four years, you think, for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the total dicks, all the stuck-up chicks
So superficial, so immature

Then when, you graduate
You take a look around and you say, "Hey, wait
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over, aw, that's just great"

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess

And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names and the trends
The 2016 presidential election never ends