And then he'd row, row, row,
way up the 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 they'd kiss again
and then he'd row, row, row.
A little further he would row.
Then he'd rub both his oars,
take a few more on course,
and then he'd row, row, row, row
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 Weisenheimer,
And every Sunday afternoon
And then he'd roll, roll,
And then he'd row, row, row
Way up the 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 they'd kiss again
And then he'd row, row, row