Young Men lyrics

(Berowne):
Young men
Are supposed to have sex

Young men
Are supposed to have sex
And get drunk
And sleep in on Sunday morning till brunch

Young men
Aren't supposed to read philosophy
Between the ages of
Twenty-two and thirty

Young men are supposed to be callow
And cavalier
About things that later
They will have to think are important

Young men
Young men
Young men

The world is supposed to open like an oyster
The world is supposed to open like an oyster
The world is supposed to be ours!
I don't wanna be the one who wastes precious time
The one who has no fun while I'm in my prime
Before I'm done
There will be dancing
And girls...

Whoa! Oh oh oh oh oh!

I don't wanna pledge my brain to some college town
Before I've had a chance to look around
Locked up with Dumaine in a cap and gown
That isn't the reason you go to Brown
Or Wesleyan
Or other schools young men attend

Whoa! Oh oh oh oh oh!

Why fast when there are bones we could be sucking dry?
(Sucking dry?)
Why give up anything when there are jokes
And drinks
And things to try, oh?
(Things to try, oh?)

Don't make me be serious already
Don't make me be thirty already
Don't make me be responsible already
Don't make me be grown up already
Don't make me be anything
But one of those
Young men
(Young men)
Are supposed to watch porn

(Dumaine):
Dumaine loves porn!

(Longaville):
I need it!

(Berowne):
Young men
(Young men, young men)
Aren't supposed to read Plato
Or Derrida
Or Yeats
Or Adorno
Or Shakespeare
Or Kant
Or Goethe
Or Hawthorne books that sit on our shelves

Forlorn
Why read them now
If we didn't before?
No oaths
Or regrets
No serious intentions
No bookish retreats
No quiet contemplation

The world is supposed to be ours!

Young men
(Young men)
Are supposed to eat meat
Look sharp
Dump girls

That's part of the deal
That's what you're owed
When you're
Young men!