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