| I saw the splendor of the moonlight
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| On Honolulu Bay
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| There’s something tender in the moonlight
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| On Honolulu Bay
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| And all the beaches are filled with peaches
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| Who bring their ukes along
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| And in the glimmer of the moonlight
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| They love to sing this song
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| If you like Ukulele Lady
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| Ukulele Lady like a’you
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| If you like to linger where it’s shady
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| Ukulele Lady linger too
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| If you kiss Ukulele Lady
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| While you promise ever to be true
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| And she sees another Ukulele
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| Lady foolin' 'round with you
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| Maybe she’ll sigh (an awful lot)
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| Maybe she’ll cry (and maybe not)
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| Maybe she’ll find somebody else
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| By and by
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| To sing to when it’s cool and shady
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| Where the tricky wicky wacky woo
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| If you like Ukulele Lady
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| Ukulele Lady like a’you
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| She used to sing to me by moonlight
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| On Honolulu Bay
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| Fond memories cling to me by moonlight
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| Although I’m far away
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| Some day I’m going, where eyes are glowing
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| And lips are made to kiss
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| To see somebody in the moonlight
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| And hear the song I miss
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| If you like Ukulele Lady
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| Ukulele Lady like a’you
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| If you like to linger where it’s shady
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| Ukulele Lady linger too
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| If you kiss Ukulele Lady
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| While you promise ever to be true
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| And she sees another Ukulele
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| Lady foolin' 'round with you
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| Maybe she’ll sigh (an awful lot)
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| Maybe she’ll cry (and maybe not)
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| Maybe she’ll find somebody else
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| By and by
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| To sing to when it’s cool and shady
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| Where the tricky wicky wacky woo
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| If you like Ukulele Lady
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| Ukulele Lady like a’you |