[Lyric] Im In Love With Miss Logan (Robert Clary)

What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
School is let out, and it's way up to three
But I'm sitting here with my chin on my knee
Say what is the matter with me?

I should be at home
And I want to go home
But I know darn well I'm not gonna go home
So I just sit here with my chin on my knee
What the heck is the matter with me?

What if the gang sitting like this?
They'd think I was waiting for some girl
So what if they saw me?
They couldn't [?] me
Cause I'm not waiting for any girl

Then what am I waiting here for?
And why am I watching the door?
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With Miss Logan
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in lovе
With Miss Logan
Though I still hate arithmetic, I'll pass arithmetic
Long as Miss Logan is tеaching arithmetic
I'm in love with Miss Logan
And I wish, I wish, I were not

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
That's my slogan
With an angel that flies up above
That's Miss Logan
Though the study of history still is a mystery
She teaches history
I learn my history!
I'm in love with Miss Logan
And I hope that she'd hurry up

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Oh, hello Andre

[ANDRE, Spoken]
Hello Miss Logan

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Are you watching for someone?
[ANDRE, Spoken]
No, mademoiselle

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Everybody's gone home, I'm the last one

[ANDRE, Spoken]
I know ma'am

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Well did you want to see me?

[ANDRE, Spoken]
Oh, no ma'am!

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Andre is something wrong?

[ANDRE, Spoken]
No ma'am

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Are you sure?

[ANDRE, Spoken]
No- Y-yes ma'am
[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Well alright
Coming Andre?

[ANDRE, Spoken]
No ma'am

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Andre are you sure there's nothi-

[MISS LOGAN'S BEAU, Spoken]
Mary!

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Darling

[MISS LOGAN'S BEAU, Spoken]
Sorry I'm late

[MISS LOGAN, Spoken]
Oh, not in front of the little boy
Goodbye Andre
He's a funny little boy, sweet though

[ANDRE, Sung]
If there's one person that I don't love
It's Miss Logan
If there's one person I'd like to shove
It's Miss Logan
She could talk to me, sing to me, candy bars bring to me
Hold me and cling to me
Don't mean a thing to me!
I don't love old Miss Logan
And I wish...
...I wish I was dead