| I saw the splendor of the moonlight on Honolulu Bay
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| There’s something tender in the moonlight on Honolulu Bay
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| And all the beaches are full of 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 a ukulele lady
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| Ukulele lady like a you
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| If you want to linger where it’s shady
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| Ukulele lady linger too
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| If you kiss a ukulele lady
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| While you promise ever to be true
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| And she see another ukulele lady fool around with you
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| Maybe she’ll sigh, maybe she’ll cry
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| Maybe she will 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 wackies woo
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| If you like a ukulele lady
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| Ukulele lady like a you
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| Someday I’m going
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| Where eyes are glowing
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| And lips were made to kiss
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| To see somebody in the moonlight
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| And to hear the songs I missed
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| If you like a ukulele lady
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| Ukulele lady like a you, you, you
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| If want to linger where it’s shady
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| Ukulele lady linger too
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| If you kiss a ukulele lady
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| While you promise ever to be true, true, true
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| And she see another ukulele lady fool around with you
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| Well, maybe she will sigh
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| Maybe she will cry
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| Aaah, but maybe she will 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 wackies woo, woo, woo
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| If you like a ukulele lady
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| Ukulele lady like a you like a me like I like a you
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| And we like a both the same
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| I’d like to say this very day
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| Ukulele lady like a you |