Mad about the boy

 

I'm mad about the boy
And I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had
About the boy

On the silverscreen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad
About the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows I'm not a school girl
Who's in the flurry of her first affair

Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy

I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy

I'm mad about the boy
And I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had
About the boy

Mmmm on the silverscreen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the kid
About the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool-girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows I'm not a school-girl
Who's in the flurry of her first affair

Will it ever cloy
This odoversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again 
And all because I'm mad about the boy

I'm feeling quite insane and young again 
And all because I'm mad..

About the boy!

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as rec by Beatrice Lillie w Will Erwin & his Orch  1932


I'm breakin' up, that's what I'm doin', breakin up!
(never mind duckie)
Oh, but I di mind, I feel deeply humiliated.  That young man
is common, dull, stupid and far too short!  And yet, I 
wou;dn't miss one of his pictures for anything in the world,
honestly I wouldn't!

Every Wednesday afternoon I get a little time off from three to Eleven;
Then I go to the picture 'ouse and taste a little of my particular 'eaven!
He appears in a little while,
Through a mist of tears I can see him smilin' above me.

Every picture I see him in,
Every lovers' caress,
Makes my wonderful dreams begin,
Makes me long to confess
Ah yes!

That if he ever looked at me,
And thought perhaps I was worth the trouble to love me,
I'd give in and I wouldn't care,
However far from the path of virtue he'd shove me!

Just supposin' our love was brief,
If he treated me rough,
I'd be 'appy beyond belief,
Once would be enough!

Mad about the boy
I know I'm potty but I'm mad about the boy!
He sets me 'eart on fire with love's desire,
In fact, I've got it bad about the boy!

When I do the room,
I see his face in all the brushes and the broom!
Last week I strained me back and got the sack,
And had a row with dad about the boy!

He thrills me to the marrow,
I sit through all his tricks!
I'm pierced by Cupid's arrow
Every Wed-nes-day, from four to six!

'Ow i should enjoy
To let him treat me like a plaything or a toy!
I'd give my all to 'im
And crawl to 'im,
so help me god!
I'm mad about the boy!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - May 2011)