Friday, March 27, 2009

b, b & b

Bewitched
Bothered
&
Bewildered


This afternoon, whilst sewing, I listened to a variety of music on my (ancient/ outdated/ going on the blink but still working if I press the right buttons) iPod.

Bluegrass, rock n' roll, alternative, classical, opera...
Then on comes Rosemary Clooney crooning 'Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered'. Besides having a catchy melody, the lyrics to this song never fail to crack me up:

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered   
-by Rodgers and Hart
from the musical 'Pal Joey'
VERSE

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

REFRAIN

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am 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.
he's a laugh, but I like 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 I 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, bothered 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't be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I



(Reprise at the end of the show)

Wise at last
My eyes at last
Are cutting you down to your size at last
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more

Burned a lot
But learned a lot
And now you are broke, though you earned a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more

Couldn't eat
Was dyspeptic
Life was so hard to bear;
Now my heart's antiseptic
Since you moved out of there

Romance-Finis
Your chance-finis
Those ants that invaded my pants-finis
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more.
I do love Rosemary Clooney's rendition, but here it is done by Ella (albeit a 'cleaned up version' ...


P.S. My mommy loved this song.

2 comments:

Lauren said...

I never knew the lyrics to that song! Pretty great.

baffle said...

' ... and worship the trousers that cling to him ' - the first time I really heard this line was whilst driving home one warm summer night - the road was dark with no other cars, soft moonlight shining or'head, car windows rolled down to take in the lovely evening air, radio cranked to an all-encompassing volume. I was very much engaged in the melody of this tune as well as the silkiness of the singer's voice (Ella?) when I heard the line about the clinging trousers - and I just GUFFAWED.