Recording History |
Betty Hutton, Great Ladies of Song, Spotlight On Betty Hutton, Capitol, CDP 0777 7 89942 2 0
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Jon Weber, It's Never Quite the Same, Mood Records, MD-1111, 1998
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Lyrics |
When I was young, I found it grim,
To gurgle in the social swim;
The do's and don't and la-de-da,
To me, is just a lot of blah,
I used my silver spoon at birth
For throwing meat-balls at my nurse;
I always chose to thumb my nose
At smarty-y clothes and party pose,
I've ditched the "rich in sable" set
To join the "kitchen table" set.
But much to my regret
I can't mingle with the social set
I use 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 a bout
Than sleep in a symphony hall.
I'm just a square in the social circle
Who knocked my gum off the wall?
When the utterly utter flows like butter,
I wanna start pitchin' a curve.
With a silly old blighter on a first nighter,
I feel like a pickled hors d'oeuvre,
No verve!
I never felt gay in a fancy beret
I'll wear a babushka or burst.
I'm just a square in the social circle.
Finger bowls irk me the worst,
They just don't quench my thirst.
Missus Vander Horse will greet me with a fourteen carat shout:
"My dear, you've simply got to come to 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've dined and clubbed,
I've elbowed rubbed, from Yonkers to Cheyenne.
"Foo" to you, bud,
Take your blue blood
And stick it in a fountain pen.
I wanna brush all the plush and the gush,
I'd rather get left than be right.
I'm just a square in the social circle.
Anyone here wanna fight?
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 rassle him three out of four.
I would rather a sailor hop in my trailer
And show me his nautical lore.
Why shure!
Ladies in frills only fill me with chills.
They're soft as a ball of chenille.
I'm just a square in the social circle.
I got a muscle of steel.
Anyone here wanna feel?
I'm as square as a pear in a boutonniere.
Fancy silk won't stay on,
I'm designed for rayon.
But I just don't seem to care.
I'm a square!
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A SQUARE IN THE SOCIAL CIRCLE sung by Betty Hutton in The B.G. De Sylva Production The Stork Club, a Paramount Picture film. Famous Music Corp., 1945. Words and Music by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans (Special Picture Release) |
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