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

In Bengal, To move at all Is seldom if ever done.

On the silverscreen 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

In Hong Kong They strike a gong And fire off a noonday gun To reprimand Each inmate Who's in late.