Row, Row, Row

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