The first entry comes courtesy of the master Bob Dylan
You've gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you re gonna have to get used to it.
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
Hes not selling any alibis. As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
Like a Rolling Stone, 1965