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 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
She makes me so weary
She picks 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 make a double of a trouble with your lies

Say, "Oh I'm mad about the boy"
Say, "Oh I'm mad about the boy"
Say, "Oh I'm mad about the boy"