(Rossi/Young)
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