The Ballad Of The Shape Of Things Lyrics - Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert - Kingston Trio

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures. 

Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures 

Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree 

Yes the circle shape is quite renowned 

But sad to say it can be found 

In the lowdown, dirty run-around 

That my true love gave to me 

That my true love gave to me 

Completely square is the velvet box he said my ring would be in 

Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in 

Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly 

As it dries my eyes of the tears I've shed, 

And blow my nose which turns bright red 

For a perfect square is my true love's head 

He will not marry me, no 

He will not marry me 

Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through 

Rectangular is the transom over which I had to peek through, 

Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and 

Rectangular is the wooden box 

Where lies my love neath the golden phlox 

They say he died of the chicken pox 

In part I must agree 

One chick too many had he 

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow 

Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow 

Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be 

And triangular is the garment thin 

That fastens on with a safety pin 

To a prize I had no wish to win 

It's a lasting memory 

That my true love gave to me