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 rent And I can't afford To waste much time If I could employ A little magic That would finally destroy This dream than pains me And enchains me But I can't because I'm mad about the boy Mad about the boy