I used my silver spoon at birth For throwing meatballs at my nurse And much to my regret I can't mingle with the social set.
I used the wrong fork at the Stork in New York. My manners ain't fit for a goop. I'm just a square in the social circle. Who put that fly in my soup?
I'd rather go out with a lout to about Than sleep in a symphony hall. I'm just a square in the social circle. Who knocked my gum off that wall?
When the utterly utter flows like butter I want to start pitching a curve. With a silly old blighter on a first nighter I feel like a pickled hors d'oeuvres, No verve.
I never felt gay in a fancy beret Or wear a babushka or bursk. I'm just a square in the social circle. Finger bowls hurt me the worst. They just don't quench my thirst!
Mrs. Vanderpuss with greet me with a fourteen karat shout, "My dear you simply must come to my daughter's coming out!" Her daughter is a Frankenstein, a Dracula in mink. When she comes out each stag will shout, "Gadzooks, I need a drink!"
I'd dined and clubbed, I've elbow rubbed from Yonkers to Cheyenne! Boo to you bud; Take your blue blood And stuck it in your fountain pen!
I wanna brush all the flush in the gush. I'd rather get left than be right. I'm just a square in the social circle. Anyone here wanna fight?
And none of me fits with the wits at the Ritz. I'd rather relax on a stool. I'm just a square in the social circle. Anyone wanna shoot pool?
When a cookie with cabbage gets too savage I'll wrestle him three out of four. I would rather a sailor hop in my trailer And show me his nautical lore. Why sure!
The ladies will frills only fill me with chills. They're soft as a ball of chenile. I'm just a square in the social circle. I've got a muscle of steel. Anyone here want to feel?
I'm as square as a pear in a boutonniere. Fancy silks won't stay on. I'm designed for rayon. But I just don't seem to care. I'm a square!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
