All the other girls passed
how she could pick such a boo.
With a twinkle in her eye,
He's not so good in a crowd,
but when you get him alone,
but then when he takes you home,
He doesn't look like much of a lover,
He's got the face of an angel,
but there's a devil in his eyes.
He's such a delicate thing,
but when he's starting to squeeze,
He doesn't look very strong,
but when you sit on his knees,
I've got to admit, he's nothing at all.
But in an easy chair, you'd be surprised.
Johnny's remarkable ways to the ladies
and you know advertising pays.
Now Johnny's never alone,
He's not so good in the house
But on a bench in the park
But when it gets in the dark
I know he looks so slow and so weary
but you don't know the half of it, dearie.
He looks as cold as an Eskimo,
but there's fire in his eyes.
He doesn't say very much,
but when he's starting to speak,
He's not so good at the start,
but at the end of the week,
On a streetcar or in a train,
but in a taxi car, oh boy,