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

Coz 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

And then we'll be married

Then we'll be happy

Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh