Lyrics Mad About The Boy - Elaine Paige

I met him at a party just a couple of years ago
He was rather over hearty 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 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 silver screen
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 schoolgirl
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

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

When I do the rooms
I see 'is face in all the brushes and the brooms
Last week I strained me back, and got the sack
And had a row with dad about the boy

I'm finished with Navaro
I'm tired of Richard Dix
I'm pierced with cupid's arrow
Every Wednesday from four till six

'Ow I should enjoy
To let 'im treat me as a plaything or a toy
I'd give my all to him and crawl to him
So 'elp me gawd I'm mad about the boy

Mad about the boy
It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy
He has an odd 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 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

I'm mad about the boy
I'm mad about the boy
I'm mad about the boy