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Row, Row, Row - Phil Harris
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 would spoon
And then he'd row row row
Way up that river
He would row row row
A hug he'd give her
Then he'd kiss her now and then
She would tell him when
He'd fool around and fool around
And then he'd kiss again
And then he'd row row row
Way up that river
He would row oh oh oh oh
Then he'd drop off his oars
Take a few more encores
And then he'd row row row
In Johnny's boat he had a cute little seat
And every kiss he stole from Flo was so sweet
And he knew just how to row
Johnny was a rowing Romeo
He knew an island where the trees were so grand
He knew just where to land
And tales of love he'd tell to Flo
Until it was time for them to go
And then he'd row row row
On up that river
He would row so slow
A hug he'd give her
Then he'd kiss her now and then
She would tell him when
He'd fool around and fool around
Then he'd kiss again
And then he'd row row row
On up that river
He would row
Just he and Flo
Then her head on his chest
He'd take a few measures rest
And then he'd row row row
Just he and Florence
Row row row right in to Heaven
Row row
He had no Johnson Motor
So Johnny and Flo would row row row
