Lyrics

Clerkships

to ``The Distance'' by Cake

Decidedly screwed during finals time Hornbooks, pencils and g-drive outlines A shrink-wrapped textbook and study guides Coffee and munchies and power point slides He unwraps the textbook and starts to read He won't stop now and he won't concede Studies for hours without no relief And he hasn't written his moot court brief As he reads through the cases the lights go dim This kind of work got him past the prelims Jerome Greene is empty except for one man Still yearning and learning, as fast as he can His brief is near done but it's due right at noon And all of his finals are coming up soon. But he's writing and citing and doing his work, And dreaming of the spot as king of the clerks He's gunning for clerkships He's aiming supreme, For Alito (Alito) Alito in twenty thirteen Because he's cunning and gunning and craving the A He's trying, applying and vying for low pay He's gunning for clerkships Yeah! No bonus, no liquor, no dinners, no wine. He wants it for reasons he cannot define Ego driven impulse to prove he's the best Advising, revising the balancing tests In his mind he can see it, the path to success He just needs some way to get rid of the stress Cause he's needing while reading and getting the chills He's aching and shaking and taking some blue pills The Adderol's down and it boosts his progress And he's writing his brief with intent to impress But he's hurried and worried and nearing the time And thinking of the length of the printing line. He's going for clerkships He wants the prestige He wants to clerk (wants to clerk), wants to clerk in the D of C Because he's gutting and cutting and proofing some more He's raging, engaging, and waging his own war He's cunning and gunning and craving the A He's trying, applying and vying for low pay He's gunning for clerkships He's aiming supreme He's gunning for clerkships

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line Engines pumping and thumping in time The green light flashes, the flags go up Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank Fuel burning fast on an empty tank Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns Their prowess is potent and secretly stern As they speed through the finish, the flags go down The fans get up and they get out of town The arena is empty except for one man Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up And long ago somebody left with the cup But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for whom he still burns He's going the distance He's going for speed She's all alone (all alone) in her time of need Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's going the distance Yeah! No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine Hes haunted by something he cannot define Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force In his mind, hes still driving,still making the grade Shes hoping in time that her memories will fade Cause hes racing and pacing and plotting the course Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse The sun has gone down and the moon has come up And long ago somebody left with the cup But hes striving and driving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for whom he still burns `Cause he's going the distance He's going for speed She's all alone (all alone) in her time of need Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's going the distance He's going for speed He's going the distance

Original lyrics copyright © 2008. All rights reserved.