Mad About The Boy

(albüm: Cabaret '79 - 1982)

I met him at a party
Just a couple of years ago
He was rather overhearty and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the screen
He cast a certain spell
I basked in his attraction
For a couple of hours or so
His manners were a fraction too meticulous
If he was real or not I couldn't tell
But like a silly fool I fell...

Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid but I'm
Mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit
The sleepless nights I've
Had about the boy

On the silver screen
He haunts 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 schoolgirl
In the flurry of a 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

It seems a little silly
For a girl of my age and weight
To walk down Picadilly
In a haze of love
It ought to take a good deal more
To get a bad girl down

I ought to have been exempt
For my particular kind of fate
Has taught me such contempt
For every phrase of love
And now I've been and spent
My last half crown
To weep about a painted clown

Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid but I'm
Mad about the boy
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
There may be something
Sad about the boy

Walking down the street
His eyes look out at me
From people that I meet
I know that quite sincerely
Housman really wrote
"The Shropshire Lad" 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

How I should enjoy
For him to treat me
As a plaything or a toy
I'd give my all to him
And crawl to him
So help me God I'm
Mad about the boy