Lyrics:

Mad about the boy,
It's pretty funny,
But I'm mad about the boy;
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
There's maybe something sad about the boy.

Walking down the street,
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet;
I can't believe it's true, but when I'm blue,
I some strange way, I'm glad about the boy.

I'm hardly sentimental,
Love isn't so sublime,
I have to pay my rental and I can't afford to waste much time.

If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me, but I can't,
Because I'm mad about the boy!

I'm hardly sentimental,
Love isn't so sublime,
I have to pay my rental and I can't afford to waste much time.

If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me, but I can't,
Because I'm mad about the boy!
Mad about the boy!