Paul Giovanni

I put my hand on her knee, and she says Do you want to see? I put my hand all on her breast, and she says Do you want to kiss? Gently gently gently Johnny, Gently Johnny my jingalo Gently gently gently Johnny, Gently Johnny my jingalo I put my hand a

In the woods there grew a tree And a fine fine tree was he And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg And in that egg there was a bird And from that bird

Much has been said of the strumpets of yore Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score But I sing of the baggage that we all adore, The Landlord's Daughter You'll never love another Although she's not the kind of girl To take home to your mother