Young Johnny Jones, he had a cute little boat.
And all the girlies here would
take for a float.
He had girdies on the shore.
Sweet little peaches by the score.
But Johnny was a wise
you know, when this pretty girl was born.
And every Sunday afternoon, she'd jump in his boat and make a spoon.
And then he'd row, row, row.
Way up the river he would row, row, row.
A hug and give her then he'd kiss her now and then She would tell him when
We fool around and fool around and then we kiss again and then we roll, roll, roll.
A little further he would grow, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Then he'd drop off his horse, take a few more on course, and then he'd row, row, row.
While in his boat he had a cute little seat, and every kiss he
Stole from Flo was so sweet And he knew just how to roll
He was a roaming Romeo.
He knew an island where the trees were so grand.
Where to land And tears of love He'd tell to thorn
Until it was time to go.
And then he...
Way up the river he would, A-hugging give her then he.
She would tell him when And then they'd kiss again and then he'd
A little further he would...
Then he dropped both his eyes
the river.
Row, row, row.
She would tell him when
fool around and fool around and then they'd kiss
Go, go, go, go.
A little further he went wrong.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Many temples his arts take a few more encore from many.
Go, go, go, go.
