There's something in the air It must be spring I can do without the itchin' But I can't do without that thang
Is that so strange?
You taught me a lesson That I never learned before But I didn't learn my lesson I keep coming back for more
Is that so strange? It's not so strange
I may not have a castle on the hill No ladies in waiting But I got just as much inside to give As any prince charming
What kind of world Are you trying to maintain? I call you Tarzan You call me Jane
Is that so strange? It's not so strange...
Betcha bottom dollar...
One, two—pick up a shoe Three, four—shut the door Five, six—pick up sticks Seven, eight—lay 'em straight Nine, ten... Eleven, twelve—dig 'n' delve Thirteen, fourteen—maids-a-courting Fifteen, sixteen—wish I was sixteen Seventeen, eighteen... Nineteen, twenty—MAIDS-A-PLENTY!
Yeah— Just like I pictured it
Like chicken little said "The sky is falling, the sky is falling..."