| When I was young I found it grim
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| To gurgle in the social swim
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| The do’s and dont’s and loddy-da's
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| To me were just a lot of blah
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| I used my silver spoon at birth
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| For throwing meatballs at my nurse
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| I always chose to thumb my nose
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| At smarty clothes and party pose
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| I’ve ditched the rich and sable set
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| To join the kitchen table set
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| But much to my regret
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| I can’t mingle with the social set
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| I used the wrong fork at the Stork in New York
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| My manners ain’t fit for a goop
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| I’m just a square in the social circle
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| Who put that fly in my soup?
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| I’d rather go out with a lout to a bout
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| Than sleep in a symphony hall
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| I’m just a square in the social circle
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| Who knocked my gum off that wall?
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| When the utterly utter flows like butter
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| I want to start pitching a curve
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| With a silly old blighter on a first nighter
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| I feel like a pickled hors d’oeuvres, no verve
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| I never felt gay in a fancy beret
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| Or wear a babushka or burse
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| I’m just a square in the social circle
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| Finger bowls irk me the worst
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| They just don’t quench my thirst
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| Mrs. Vanderpuss with greet me
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| With a fourteen karat shout
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| «My dear, you’ve simply got to come
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| To my daughter’s coming out»
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| Her daughter is a Frankenstein
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| A dracula in mink
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| When she comes out each stag will shout
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| «Gadzooks, I need a drink»
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| I’d dined and clubbed
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| I’ve elbow rubbed from Yonkers to Cheyenne
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| 'Foo' to you bud, take your blue blood
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| And stick it in your fountain pen
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| I wanna brush all the blush in the gush
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| I’d rather get left than be right
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| I’m just a square in the social circle
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| Anyone here wanna fight?
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| None of me fits with the wits at the Ritz
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| I’d rather relax on a stool
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| I’m just a square in the social circle
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| Anyone wanna shoot pool?
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| When a cookie with cabbage gets too savage
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| I’ll wrestle him three out of four
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| I would rather a sailor hop in my trailer
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| And show me his nautical lore
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| Why sure
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| The ladies in frills only fill me with chills
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| They’re soft as a ball of chenille
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| I’m just a square in the social circle
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| I’ve got a muscle of steel
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| Anyone here want to feel?
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| I’m as square as a pear in a boutonniere
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| Fancy silk won’t stay on
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| I’m designed for rayon
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| But I just don’t seem to care
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| I’m a square |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Square In The Social Circle , by - Betty Hutton. Song from the album A Square In The Social Circle, in the genre Поп