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 Walkin' 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 In 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 Mad about the boy
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 Walkin' 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 In 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 Mad about the boy
