Af ter one
whole quart of brandy,
like a daisy I awake
With no promo seltzer handy,
I don't even shake
Men are not a new sensation,
I've done pretty well, I think
But this half -pint imitation
put me on the blink.
I'm wild again, beguiled again,
a simpering, whimpering child again.
Bewitched, fathered,
and bewildered am I.
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep,
until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep,
be witched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Lost my heart, but what of it, my mistake,
I agree, he's laugh, but I love it,
because the laugh's on me.
A pill he is, but still he is all mine,
and I'll keep him until he is bewitched, bothered,
and bewildered like me.
Seen a lot, I mean a lot,
but now I'm like Sweet Seventeen a lot,
bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I.
I'll sing to him, each spring to him,
and worship the trousers that cling to him.
Bewitched,
fathered and bewildered am I.
When he talks,
he is seeking words
to get off his chest.
Horizontally speaking,
he's at his very best.
Vexed again, perplexed again.
Thank God I can be oversexed again.
Be witched,
bothered and be wildered Am I?