Mad about the boy by Noel Coward heard on Finders Keepers movie
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Mad about the boy lyricsSOCIETY WOMAN:
I met him at a party
Just a couple of years ago
He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell
I basked in his attraction
Reed full lyrics />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 to be 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 melts 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 school-girl
In the flurry of her 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.
Home work, home work,
Every night there's homework
While Elsie practices the gas goes pop,
I wish, I wish she'd stop,
Oh dear, oh dear,
Here it's always, 'No dear,
You can't go out again, you must stay home
You'd waste your money on that common Picturedrome,
Don't shirk—stay here and do your work.'
How my heart is burning.
I'll see him Saturday in Strong Man's Pain
And then on Monday and on Friday week again.
To me, he is the sole man
Who can kiss as well as Coleman,
I could faint whenever there's a close-up of his lips,
Though John Barrymore is larger
When my hero's on his charger
Even Douglass Fairbanks Junior hasn't smaller hips.
If only he could know
That I adore him so.
Mad about the boy
It's simply scrumptous to be mad about the boy,
I know that quite sincerely
Wrote The Shropshire Lad about the boy.
In my English prose
I've done a tracing of his forehead and his nose
And there is, honour bright,
A certain slight
Effect of Galahad about the boy.
I've talked to Rosie Hooper,
She feels the same as me,
She says that Gary Cooper
Doesn't thrill her to the same degree.
In Can Love Destroy?
He meets with Garbo in a suit of corduroy,
He gives a little frown
And knocks her down.
Oh dear, of dear, I'm mad about the boy.
Every Wednesday afternoon
I get a little time off from three to eleven,
Then I go to the picture house and taste a little of my particular heaven.
In a little while,
Through a mist of tears
I can see him smiling
Every picture I see him in,
Every lovers' caress,
Makes my wonderful dreams begin,
Makes me long to confess
That if he ever looked at me,
And thought perhaps I was worth the trouble to
I'd give in and I wouldn't care,
However far from the path of virtue he'd
Just supposing our love was brief,
If he treated me rough,
I'd be happy beyond belief,
Once would be enough.
Mad about the boy
I know I'm potty but I'm mad about the boy!
He sets me 'eart on fire
With love's desire,
In fact I've got it bad about the boy!
When I do the rooms,
I see his face in all the brushes and the brooms!
Last week I strained me back
And got the sack,
And had a row with dad about the boy.
I'm finished with Navarro, (He thrills me to the marrow)
I'm tired of Richard Dix, (I sit through all his tricks!)
I'm pierced by Cupid's arrow
Every Wed-nes-day, from four to six!
'Ow I should enjoy
To let 'im treat me like a plaything or a toy,
I'd give my all to 'im
And crawl to 'im,
So 'elp me God, I'm mad about the boy.
It seems a little silly
For a girl my age and weight
To walk down Piccadilly
In a haze of love.
It ought to take a good deal more to get a bad girl down.
I should have been exempt, for
My particular kind of fate
Has taught me such contempt for
Every phase of love,
And now I've been and spent my last half-crown
To weep about a painted clown.
Mad about the boy,
It's pretty funny 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 can't believe it's true
But when I'm blue
In some strange way I'm glad 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,
If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me
And enchains me,
But I can't because I'm mad about the boy.