Mad About The Boy - Tom Robinson

I met him at a party

Just a couple of years ago

He was rather overhearty and ridiculous

But as I’d seen him on the screen

He cast a certain spell

I basked in his attraction

For a couple of hours or so

His manners were a fraction too meticulous

If he was real or not I couldn’t tell

But like a silly fool I fell…

Mad about the boy

I know it’s stupid but I’m

Mad about the boy

I’m so ashamed of it but must admit

The sleepless nights I’ve

Had about the boy

On the silver screen

He haunts my foolish heart

In every single scene

Although I’m quite aware

That here and there

Are traces of the cad about the boy

Lord knows I’m not a fool girl

I really shouldn’t care

Lord knows I’m not a schoolgirl

In the flurry of a first affair

Will it ever cloy —

This odd diversity of misery and joy

I’m feeling quite insane and young again

And all because I’m

Mad about the boy

It seems a little silly

For a girl of my age and weight

To walk down Picadilly

In a haze of love

It ought to take a good deal more

To get a bad girl down

I ought to have been exempt

For my particular kind of fate

Has taught me such contempt

For every phrase of love

And now I’ve been and spent

My last half crown

To weep about a painted clown

Mad about the boy

I know it’s stupid but I’m

Mad about the boy

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

There may be something

Sad about the boy

Walking down the street

His eyes look out at me

From people that I meet

I know that quite sincerely

Housman really wrote

«The Shropshire Lad"about the boy

I’m hardly sentimental

Love isn’t so sublime

I have to pay my rental

And I can’t afford to waste much time

How I should enjoy —

For him to treat me

As a plaything or a toy

I’d give my all to him

And crawl to him

So help me God I’m

Mad about the boy