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 then when he takes you home
You'd be surprised

He doesn't look like much of a lover
Don'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 starts into squeeze
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look very strong
But when you sit on his knee
You'd be surprised

At a party or at a ball
I've got to admit he's nothing at all
But in a Morris chair
You'd be surprised

He doesn't look like much of a lover
Don't judge a book by its cover
He's got the face of an angel but
There's a devil in his eye!

He doesn't say very much
But when he starts into speak
You would be surprised
He's not so good at the start
But at the end of the week
You would be surprised

On a streetcar or in a train
You'd think he was born without any brains
But in a taxi cab
And when he starts to grab
I said a taxi cab
You would be surprised

This one's a real danger!