I said I wanted to be a fireman when I finally grew
Well I’ve blown out the candles on my cake
Now my dreams come true
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry now I’m twenty two
I think I need two little ducks to tell me what to do

I thought I had it sorted in my teenage years
I’d get a cadetship at a newspaper
Live at home without any fear
And then I went to uni
Shed blood sweat and tears
Got myself a writin’ degree
And now I’m pulling beers

Think I’m having a quarter life crisis
Trying to decide which choice is nicest
Think I’m having a quarter life crisis
Trying to decide which choice is nicest

I wish Glen Ridge would tell me ‘who am I?’
I quiz myself everyday but cannot win a prize
Thoughts turn into essays which I constantly analyse
The wisest man in the world knows that he’s not wise

I feel like the home viewer spinning round and round
No money behind me only saucepans can be found
I think my buzzers broken it makes no bloody sound
No wonder I’ve been stuck on twenty the whole round

Think I’m having a quarter life crisis
Trying to decide which choice is nicest
Left too long to my own devices
Can’t afford life’s high prices
Think I’m having a quarter life crisis

Please don’t ask me what I want to do
The question makes me feel like p**
Let’s just call it self employed work experience
On the job gaining life experience

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