After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy I'll awake With no bromo-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 bothered and bewildered Am I couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep when love came and told me I shouldn't sleep Bewiched bothered and bewildered Am I
lost my heart, but what of it? he is cold, I agree he can laugh, but I love it Although the laugh's on me I'll sing to him, each spring to him And long for the day when I'll cling to him,
Bewitched bothered and bewildered Am I. He's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have his charms I'm in love and don't I show it like a babe in arms I've sinned a lot I mean a lot But 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 bothered and bewildered Am I When he talks He is seeking words to get On his chest Harsh until he's speaking he's at his very best jest again oh yes perplexed again then, God, I can be oversexed again