Mad lyrics
by Len Cariou
[HARRY]
I'm mad at this asylum that they call human life
I'd like to storm the halls of power armed with a knife
I'm mad at anybody who is smiling and glad
I'm mad at me and mad at you and mad that I'm mad
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
He's mad about her
He's mad about her
[HARRY]
I'm mad at every mountain and I've had it with snow
I'm up to here with picture books of Marilyn Monroe
I'm mad I'm in a data bank, a digital dot
I'd like to see computer makers tortured and shot
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
He's mad about her
He's mad about her
[HARRY]
I'm mad at Norway, why, I don't know
I've never been there and I won't go
I'm mad at money which I ain't got
I'm mad at Frenchmen, but who is not?
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
He's got it bad for her
He's really mad for her
[HARRY]
By now the German languagе makes my temperaturе soar
I'm only ever happy when I'm slamming a door
I'm mad, exasperated and I'm climbing a wall
But most of all I'm mad it doesn't matter at all
That I'm mad, mad, mad!
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
Boy, is he mad, mad, mad
About her
[HARRY]
I'm mad at being told I have to wait for the beep
I'm furious that Meyer Lansky died in his sleep
I'm mad the Japanese have made whatever I own
I wish to hell the Romanovs were back on the throne
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
He's mad about her
He's mad about her
[HARRY]
I'm mad at being told I have to stay home unless
I am a paid-up member of American Express
I've had it up to here with turning on the TV
And finding hemorrhoidal tissue staring at me
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
He's mad about her
He's mad about her
[HARRY]
I'm mad at places I can't pronounce
I'm sick of bosoms that never bounce
I'm mad at waiting for every plane
Fly Alitalia, ha, you go by train
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
He's got the hots for her
He's tied in knots for her
[HARRY]
I hate the IRA, the KGB and MX
I'm sick to death of books that take the joy out of sex
Whoever made Atari should be hung by his thumbs
I'm mad I have to eat so many Rolaids and Tums
From being mad, mad, mad!
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE]
Boy, is he mad, mad, mad
About her
[HARRY, spoken]
What?
[SHIRLEY, BEBE & ELAINE, spoken]
Nothing