Lyrics:

The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time
Looking through other people's lives
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time
Looking through other people's lives
Oh and how, inside
He likes the things that they've done
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time
Ah, ah-ah
Oh, oh-oh
And as she weaves her way through city streets
The dawn arrives
In concrete glades of metal grass
Steel cords are woven tight
But she is free
F, R, double E