Bony Moronie

I got a girl named Bony Moronie,

She's as skinny as a stick of macaroni,

Ought to see her rock 'n' roll with her blue jeans on,

She's not very fat just skin and bone.

But I love her, she loves me,

All are happy now we can be,

Making love underneath the apple tree.

I told her mama and her papa too,

Just exactly what I want to do,

I want to get married on a night in June,

And rock and roll by the light of a silvery moon,

And I love her, she loves me,

All are happy now we can be,

Making love underneath the apple tree.

She's my one and only, she's my heart's desire,

She's a real upsetter, she's a real live wire,

Everybody turns when my baby walks by,

She's something to see, she really catches the eye.

That's why I love her, she loves me,

All are happy now we can be,

Making love underneath the apple tree.

That's why I love her, she loves me,

All are happy now we can be,

Making love underneath the apple tree.