I found my lover,
He seemed so distingué
In the days when I played the triangle
For the PTA.

He played the cymbals
And I was swept away
In the days when my Mom was treasurer
Of the PTA.

He would never throw
A little glance or two at me
Until I stole a
Purple crayola
And he threw his glue at me.

I knew then
That love was here to stay
In the days when I played the triangle
For the PTA.

                             II
 

I soon made certain
That I would draw his name
In the days when we had a lottery
Soon as Christmas came.

My teacher told us,
"A buck's enough to spend,"
But I went and bought four new comic books
For my handsome friend.

When the day came round
I wish that I'd bought more of them,
For my world crumbled
Soon as he grumbled
That he'd read all four of them.

I found out
That men are all that way,
In the days when I played the triangle
For the PTA.