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