歌词:
[The exertion of the dance, the excitement of Helen, and several beers
have taken effect. Inhibition and caution are forgotten. When Helen
suggests that they have a few more beers he's all for it. Why not?
Everyone else is doing it. To refuse would be 'square' -- and that
terrible label must be avoided at all costs.]
Jeans were baggy, saggin,' braggin' about some silly stuff we had
But no-one listens in the kitchen, fixin' up their hair
All the funny folks you bring around me, girl
But I never see you laugh
Sorry dear, you're far behind
At where it is you draw your line
Don't bring your circle 'round here
They're all a bunch of squares
They're all a bunch of squares
Stupid bastards, blasted, tellin' me what's cool
Indie record label, check it, retro record player, makin' moves
You think you're hangin' with the winners, girl
'Cause you never see 'em lose
I'm sorry, dear, you're way behind
On where you choose to make your line
Don't bring your circle 'round here
They're all a bunch of squares
They're all a bunch of squares
All the little bimbos tiptoe to the middle of the room
Ain't going ga-ga for no product, Mama, nada, nothing new
Well, I said I'd see you later
So lets not make that soon
Sorry, dear, you're far behind
At where it is you draw your line
Don't bring that circle around here
They're all a bunch of squares
[If you want to swing - call him, right now he's got to split.
Take a trip from Squaresville.
Live a little and see what its like to get some.]
Sorry, dear, you're far behind
At where you choose to draw your line
Don't bring that circle around here
They're all a bunch of squares
[Get with it, man, and get with the countdown.
Shake this square world and blast off for Kicksville.]
