Well, a reading and a writing
And arithmetic
Never did get through to me
It ain't because
I'm square or thick
Cause I learned my ABC's
But when I graduated
From the grammar school
And I moved one grade above
I began to be
A snook at books
But I made straight A's in love
Now the teacher would say
To learn your algebra
But I'd bring home C's and D's
How could I make an A
When there's a swinging maid
On the left
And on the right
And in the back
And the front of me
Oh, my grades are low
On my card I know
But they oughta give me one above
If they'd give me a mark
For learning in the dark
I'd have straight A's in love
Now in my senior year
With graduation near
I did my home work every night
And when my mama said
I oughta go to bed
I'd turn out all the lights
But my sweetic pie
Was waiting right outside
She'd be a cooing like a dove
Though I did my best
I failed some mess of test
But I made straight A's in love
Now the teacher would say
To learn your algebra
But I'd bring home C's and D's
How could I make an A
When there's a swinging maid
On the left
And on the right
And in the back
And the front of me
Oh, my grades are low
On my card I know
But they oughta give me one above
If they'd give me a mark
For learning in the dark
I'd have straight A's in love