Lyrics:

Oh the history books
And the lines on the paper
And the ARITH-E-MATICS
And the never being late, sir
Not too appealing
Very little feeling
At times it leaves you reeling
Not too appealing, after all
And your friends' randy mothers
Playing games beneath the covers
To know one's to know the others
You know one, you want the others...
Not too appealing, very little feeling
Times it leaves you reeling
Not too apealing after all...after all...
After all gets said and done
After all
And the first date jitters
And the never holding hands close
And the 'NO...NOT THERE, NO...'
You can never run away from it, no...
Not too appealing
And so on and so forth