[Verse 1] You spent ten years in seminar You wrote a thesis on despair Now you’re serving oat milk lattes To a dean who’s never there Your rent is climbing up the stairs Your paycheck vanishes by noon And every "entry-level" posting Needs a nephew of the moon [Pre-Chorus] The clerk with three degrees Can’t afford the lease The barber got a Lenin book And now he talks like this [Chorus] Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! When bread costs gold And the rent won’t freeze Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! The crowd gets smart Then it starts to seize (Too many PhDs!) [Verse 2] In Athens, Rome, and old Versailles The books were stacked, the loaves were thin A surplus of the clever ones Is where the trouble starts to spin The tailor quotes philosophy The maid can cite the tax code too When every graduate is broke You know the red flag’s coming through [Pre-Chorus] The banker says, “Be calm” With a silver tongue But the lullaby goes sour When the soup is gone [Chorus] Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! When bread costs gold And the rent won’t freeze Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! The crowd gets smart Then it starts to seize (Too many PhDs!) [Bridge] First comes a pamphlet, then a chant Then everyone learns the score A union in the opera pit A committee in the corridor The duke says, “That’s ungrateful!” The crowd says, “Buddy, please” You can’t keep history parked On a mountain of degrees [Final Chorus] Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! When bread costs gold And the rent won’t freeze Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! The crowd gets smart Then it starts to seize (Too many PhDs!) Too many PhDs! Too many PhDs! Same old story, different keys Too many PhDs!
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