Lyrics:

Hey Zuko, you going to the dance tomorrow night?

Uh, well, I don't know

No? Ah you're all broke up about your sweetie, little Gidget

Who?

You know who I'm talking about, Sandy Dombrowski
Ya know, Sandra Dee?
Hey come on Zuko, why don't you take me to the dance? I mean I can pull that Sandra Dee bit too
(sung)
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed till I'm legally wed
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee
Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day

I don't drink or swear
I don't rat my hair
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers
Would you pull that stuff with Annette?
As for you, Troy Donahue
I know what you wanna do
You've got your crust, I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Sandra Dee
No no no Sal Mineo
I would never stoop so low
Please keep your cool
Now you're starting to drool
Fungool, I'm Sandra Dee