Ah, young Johnny Jones,
he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet little peaches by the score
But Johnny was a Wisenheimer,
you know
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon,
she'd jump in his boat
and they'd spoon,
and then he'd row, row.
Way up the river he would row, row, row.
A hug he'd give her
and he'd kiss her now and then,
she would tell him when.
They'd fool around and fool around
and then they'd kiss again,
and then he'd row, row.
A little further he would row,
row, row, row, row
Then he'd drop both his oars,
take a few more on course
And then he'd row,
row, row
Right 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 row
He was a rowing Romeo.
He knew an island
where the trees were so dry.
He knew just where to lie.
And tales of love he'd tell to flow
until it was time for them to go.
And then he'd row, row.
Way up the river he would row, row.
A hug he'd give her,
and he'd kiss her now and then
She would tell him when
They'd fool around and fool around
And then they'd kiss again,
and then they'd roll, roll, roll
A little further he would roll,
roll, roll, roll, roll
Then this clever young dude
Kicked on that old Evan Root
And then they'd go, go
Away from the shore
Go, go, go
You