Mad About the Boy - John Coghlan

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-oh-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

You makes me so weary

You pick 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 makes a double of a trouble with your lies

You say, Oh I’m mad about the boy

You say, Oh-oh-oh I’m mad about the boy

You say, Oh I’m mad about the boy