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!