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
'Cause 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's starting 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
He doesn't say very much 
But when he's starting to speak 
You'd be surprised
He's not so good at the start 
But at the end of the week 
You'd 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 say in a taxi cab, you'd be surprised
This one's a real danger!