After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy I 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 Listen, baby
I couldn’t sleep
And wouldn’t sleep
Until I could sleep where I shouldn’t sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree.
Oh she’s such a laugh, and I love it Although the laugh’s on me.
Oohh I’ll sing to him
Bring springs to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I Oh you’re so cute
Oh she’s kept enough, she’s slept enough
And yet, where it counts she’s adapt enough
Aha
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I When he talks he is seeking
Words to get off his chest.
Horizontally speaking
She’s at her very best.
Oh we’ve seen a lot
I mean a lot
And now we’re like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I Oh, we’re vexed again
Perplexed again
Thank God we can’t be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I