Johnny O’Connor bought an automobile,
He took his sweetheart for a ride one Sunday,
Johnny was togged up in his best Sunday clothes,
She nestled close to his side,
Things went just dandy ‘till he got down the road,
Then something happened to the old machinery,
That engine got his goat,
Off went his hat and coat,
Every thing needed repairs
He’d have to get under, get out and get under
to fix his little machine,
He was just dying to to cuddle his queen,
but every minute, when he’d begin it,
he’d have to get under, get out and get under,
then he’d get back at the wheel.
A dozen times they’d started to hug and kiss
and then the darned old engine it would miss
and then he’d have to get under, get out and get under
to fix up his automobile.
Millionaire Wilson said to Johnny one day,
"Your little sweetheart don’t appreciate you,
I have a daughter who is hungry for love.
She likes to ride, by the way".
Johnny had visions of a million in gold.
He took her riding in his little auto
but ev’ry time that he
went to say ‘Marry me’
‘Twas the old story again.