Debbie Reynolds — Row, Row, Row

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Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat (Bet your life!)
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 (Why)
His steady girl was Flo (That’s me!)
And every Sunday afternoon
She’d jump in his boat and they’d spoon

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
Oh! How he’d row!
Then he’d drop both his oars
Take a few more encores
And then he’d row, row, row

Then he’d drop both his oars
Take a few more encores
And then he’d row, row, row!