Well a man drove up one day in a fancy car
Said my TV and my phone ain’t up to par
Well don’t you want a bigger screen
A louder sound, a brighter sheen?
Well I’m sure I don’t know what he mean
We’re fine right where we are

They all look equally rectangular to me
And why I gotta be like them I just can’t see
Call me up if you can broaden my mind
Otherwise you’re just wastin’ time
Cause I’ve got all the rectangles I need

Well he had on a suit and tie and some French cologne
Had shiny black shoes and his jacket was newly sewn
He said “What’s the matter with your pants?
You could use some pomp and circumstance”
Well that might be how they do in France
But I’m fine here at home

They all look equally rectangular to me
And why I gotta be like them I just can’t see
Call me up if you can make me strong
Otherwise just move along
Cause I’ve got all the rectangles I need

Well he told me “Son, I got some news for you
Well you could leave your house behind, you know it’s true
You could be living in the lap
Of luxury, just check the map”
Well it all seems like a load of crap
Cause from a bird’s eye view

They all look equally rectangular to me
And why I gotta be like them I just can’t see
Call me up if you can hone my skills
Otherwise it’s just an empty thrill
Cause I’ve got all the rectangles I need
Yes I’ve got all the rectangles I need