Mad About the Boy

She never has to worry and she never has to try She's never in a hurry and I know the reason why She's got her Daddie's and her fingers in some pies She makes a double of a trouble with her lies She says, Oh I'm mad about the boy She says, Oh I'm mad about the boy She says, Oh I'm mad about the boy She's always late to meet me and she always has to go To make another entry at another coolie show She is a dirty little lady but I know She only has to say the chorus and I go She says, Oh I'm mad about the boy She says, Oh-oh-oh I'm mad about the boy She says, Oh I'm mad about the boy Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles I will tell you all about No I don't take a drink, no I won't take a drink But I sure take some ups and some downs You makes me so weary You pick me up to put me down Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles I will tell you all about No I don't take a drink, no I won't take a drink But I sure take some ups and some downs You makes me so weary You pick it up and put me down You never have to worry and you never have to try You're never in a hurry and I know the reason why You got your Daddie's and your fingers in some pies You makes a double of a trouble with your lies You say, Oh I'm mad about the boy You say, Oh-oh-oh I'm mad about the boy You say, Oh I'm mad about the boy