[Verse 1]
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's taking you home
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look like much of a lover
But don't judge a book by its cover
He's got the face of an angel
But there's a devil in his eye

[Verse 2]
He's such a delicate thing
But when he starts in to 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

[Verse 3]
He doesn't say very much
But when he starts in to speak
You'd be surprised
He's not so good at the start
But at the end of a week
You'd be surprised
On a streetcar or in a train
You'd think he was born without any brain
But in a taxicab
You'd be surprised