Scatter-Brain

Nothing like winning over a woman by telling her she's an idiot, as Freddy Martin and his orchestra do in "Scatter-Brain."

Listen to the song here.

Everyone who sees you says, fascinating face
Heavens, what a figure and, goodness me, what grace
Everyone who meets you must lose his heart, I find
Then he's sure to lose his mind

You're as pleasant as the morning
And refreshing as the rain
Isn't it a pity that you're such a scatterbrain
When you smile it's so delightful
When you talk it's so insane
Still it's charming chatter, scatterbrain

I know I'll end up apoplectic
But there's nothing I can do
It's just the same as being in a hurricane
And though my life will be too hectic
I'm so much in love with you
Nothing else can matter
You're my darling scatterbrain

You're as gay as New Year parties
You're as sweet as sugarcane
But when you get serious, you're such a scatterbrain
When we dance I think it's heaven
Till about the third refrain
Then you start your patter, scatterbrain

Perhaps I'm much too analytic
But I'm up the well-known tree
I've tried to understand your double-talk in vain
Yet, won't you please forgive your critic
'Cause you mean so much to me
Nothing else can matter
You're my darling scatterbrain