Spanish Dance Troupe

Woke up on Monday And got ready for school Put on my uniform It was three sizes too small I said, "dear, dear, dear teacher I've been six years away And ain't finished my essay 'Cause rock'n'roll rules, ok" My conclusion this summer Was there was much too much rain So I ran off on Thursday With a dance troupe from Spain Where wine, dance and music Is the name of the game From Bilbao to Madrid My mind ain't been the same Oh the rehearsals went easy And I'd learnt all the moves I was playing a tree trunk In a forest of fools Now, Maria moved real good And I could if I would But when your mind's your prison Things just don't seem so good And then we'll be married Then we'll be happy Then we'll be married Then we'll be happy