Squares

(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 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
 [Break]
 (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.)