Jeans were baggy, saggin' braggin' about some silly stuff we had And 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 squa-a-ares
Stupid bastards blasted tellin' me what's cool Indie record label, check it, retro record player makin' more 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 tip-toe 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
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(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 for yourself.)
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