(L. Hart / R Rogers)



After one whole quart of brandy

Like a daisy I'll awake

With no Bromo Seltzer handy

I don't even shake

Men are not a new sensation

I've done pretty well I think

But this half-pint imitation

Put me on the blink



I'm wild again

beguiled again

a simpering whimpering child again

bewitched bothered and bewildered

Am I

couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

when love came and told me

I shouldn't sleep

Bewiched bothered and bewildered

Am I



lost my heart, but what of it?

he is cold, I agree

he can laugh, but I love it

Although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to him, each spring to him

And long for the day

when I'll cling to him,

Bewitched bothered and bewildered

Am I.



He's a fool and don't I know it

But a fool can have his charms

I'm in love and don't I show it

like a babe in arms

I've sinned a lot

I'm mean a lot

But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot

bewitched bothered and bewildered

Am I

I'll sing to him

Each spring to him

And worship the trousers

that cling to him

Bewitched bothered and bewildered

Am I



When he talks

He is seeking

words to get

On his chest

Horizontally speaking

he's at his very best

vexed again

oh yes, perplexed again

thank God, I can be oversexed again

bewitched bothered and bewildered

Am I