Scholarship is the enemy of romance   Where does that leave me? Alone in the rain again   What happened to the weekend I planned with you?   We didn't even get upstairs this time      I never missed that end of term kiss   But where did it go, miss? I don't know, miss      Take me to the fair and hold me close as we fly through the air   Then suddenly on Sunday, it all just melted away   And when it had gone, between patches of yellowing grass   I found a coin and lost what I was looking for      I never took the advice in that book   Oh, should look, sir, you might learn, sir, you might learn, sir