Well, readin' and writin' and arithmetic
Never did get through to me
It ain't because I'm square or thick
'Cause I learned my A-B-C
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
Learn your algebra
But I'd bring home C's and D's
How could I make an A
When there's a swingin' maid
On the left and on the right
And in the back and the front of me

All my grades are low
On my card I know
But they oughta give me one above
If they'd give me a mark
For learnin' in the dark
I'd have straight A's in love

Now, in my senior year
With graduation near
I did my homework every night
And when my mama said
I oughta go to bed
I'd turn out all the lights
But my sweetie pie
Was waitin' right outside
She'd be a cooin' like a dove
Though I did my best
I failed semester test
But I made straight A's in love

Now the teacher would say
Learn your algebra
But I'd bring home C's and D's
How could I make an A
When there's a swingin' maid
On the left and on the right
And in the back and the front of me

All my grades are low
On my card I know
But they oughta give me one above
If they'd give me a mark
For learnin' in the dark
I'd have straight A's in love