Song lyrics to Row, Row, Row, Lyrics by William Jerome, Music by James V. Monaco, Sung by Lydia Reed and Linda Bennett, Danced by Bob Hope and The Seven Little Foys
Young Johnny Jones, he had a cute little boat,
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies by the score;
Sweet little peaches on the shore;
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 right up the river,
He would 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
A little further 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;
He was a rowing Romeo.
He knew an island where the trees were so grand;
He knew just where to land.
Then tales of love he’d tell to Flo,
Until it was time for them to go.
And then he’d row, row, row
Right up the 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
A little further he would row; Just he and Flo.
With 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.