Spanish Dance Troupe

of Montreal
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 because rock '' 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 learned 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, oh