Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! - American Quartet

All the girls are crazy about a certain little lad

Al-tho he’s very, very bad

He could be, oh, so good when he wanted to

Bad or good he understood 'bout love and other things

For every girl in town followed him around

Just to hold his hand and sing:

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

How you can love!

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Heavens above!

You make my sad heart jump with joy

And when you’re near I just

Can’t sit still a minute.

I’m so

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Please tell me dear

What makes me love you so?

You’re not handsome, it’s true

But when I look at you

I just, Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Oh!

Johnny tried his best to hide from every girl he knew

But even this he couldn’t do

For they would follow him most everywhere

Then his friends got him to spend a week or two at home

It’s worse now than before, 'cause the girl next door hollers through the

telephone:

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

How you can love!

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Heavens above!

You make my sad heart jump with joy

And when you’re near I just

Can’t sit still a minute.

I’m so

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Please tell me dear

What makes me love you so?

You’re not handsome, it’s true

But when I look at you

I just, Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Oh!

Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Please tell me dear

What makes me love you so?

When I look in your eyes

And you tell me those lies

I just, Oh, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

Oh!