I knew very little on frying potatoes br That year in freshman home ec. -- br But that was my cooking assignment, br So I thought, "What the heck!?! br I've got to learn how sometime!" br But spring was in the air . . . br When I looked up from my skillet, br Who should be standing there br But that twentysomething teacher br Whom I saw as a super dude. br As I stood in a trance, my potatoes turned black br 'Til they no longer passed for food! br That sassy, blonde cheerleader, Penny, br Had been assigned dessert -- br And that gorgeous math teacher asked her br To bake him his own (OUCH! That hurt!) br I had aimed for his heart through his stomach -- br But those fried spuds had caused me to fail! br Potatoes had made me a laughing stock -- br So don't feel so alone, Mr.