Sophomore, so different that you're just the same   Sophomore, address your parents by their first name   Sophomore, such an ugly caricature   Sophomore, keep up the good effort      Your father says to put your shoulder to the wheel   And you reply that his proverbs sound archaic   A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art   Boasting you're a stoic is such a paradox      You turn all rooms into gymnasiums   Be careful, your ego floods a staduim   I don't intend to become an obstacle   For every victory in this fresh struggle      Everyone tells you to put your shoulder to the wheel   And you reply that they sound like your father   A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art   Boasting you're a stoic, you got us all lost      A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art   Sophomore, your ego floods a stadium x4