Little Johnny Johnson Is My Sunday Beau - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LITTLE JOHNNY JOHNSON IS MY SUNDAY BEAU. Copyright, MDCCCXCV, by Henry J. Wehman. Words and Music by Tommy Powers. 
I've got a string of fellers, girls, they're kind of stuck on me, And try to kiss my ruby lips, as they do Daisy Dee; They "scrap" and black each other's eyes, John Johnson 'mongst the rest; They'd give a cigarette to know which feller I love best. 
Chorus. Little Johnny Johnson is my Sunday beau; He buys "slap-jacks" and "bolivars," his love for me to show; Hokey pokey ice cream, one plate and two spoons; We "slob" it on our Sunday clothes, like crazy, little loons. 
In our parlor on Sunday night, the girls climb in for fun, And when the bell rings ding-a-ling, for our front door they run, With Johnny Johnson they shake hands, and grab the candy-box, But when the girls do open it, they find a pair of socks. -Chorus. 
John Johnson is a vocalist, he sings up to high C, But when he wants to reach that note, he has to climb a tree; John loves to sing "My Honey O," it is his fondest wish, But in the middle of the song, the girls do holler "Fish." -Chorus.