I used to love phys.ed. at school,
but lately, I do not.
It’s cause of what we have to do;
it’s dancing that’s being taught.
With Suzy Cameron in my arms,
I know I turn beet red.
Instead of dancing with that girl,
I wish I could drop dead.
I step on Suzy’s toes a lot.
She steps on my toes too.
Why we must learn to dance at all,
I haven’t got a clue.
I never talk to her at all,
and neither do I glance.
I act as though I am alone,
the whole time that we dance.
Yes, I’ll ignore her to the end,
and here’s the reason why —
if she finds out she’s my true love,
I know that I will die!