Johnny was bashful and shy
Nobody understood why
Mary loved him
All the other girls passed him by
Everyone wanted to know
How she could pick such a bow
With a twinkle in her eye
She made this reply
He’s not so good in a crowd
But when you get him alone
You’d be surprised
He isn’t much at a dance
But when he’s taking you home
You’d be surprised
He doesn’t look like much of a lover
But you can’t judge a book by its cover
He’s got the face of an angel but
There’s a devil in his eye
He’s such a delicate thing
But when he’s starting to squeeze
You’d be surprised
He doesn’t look very strong
But when you sit on his knees
You’d be surprised
At a party or at a ball
I’ve got to admit that he’s nothing at all