| Got a ukulele now I’m not a fraidy
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| Cat in case I get a bout of blues
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| In the event I get 'em
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| There’s no way that I’ll let 'em
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| Bring me down no way I’ll just refuse (believe me)
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| 'Cause a ukulele’s like a little baby
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| You cradle it in your arms and you sing
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| A lullaby or ditty
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| When you’re feeling sh*tty
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| It will cheer you up
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| It’s just the thing
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| Life should be bright and breezy
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| Winds could be light and easy
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| There’s nothing hard or heavy 'bout a uke
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| I don’t play bull fiddle
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| No mystery no riddle
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| Schleppin' that thing you look like a kook
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| 4 strings made of nylon
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| Always put a smile on
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| Anybody’s face who’s feelin' blue
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| When your mind starts slummin'
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| Start a little strummin' on your uke
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| And you’re gonna feel brand new (you gotta believe me)
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| Even though it’s rainin'
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| Quit all your complainin'
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| Your roof’s not leakin' nothin’s gettin' in
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| This axe is a hatchet there’s magic you can catch it
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| On your uke you can’t lose you just win
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| Life should be bright and breezy
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| Winds could be light and easy
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| There’s nothin' hard or heavy 'bout a uke
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| I don’t play the tuba tuba’s do it to ya
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| Just the thought of tubas makes me puke
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| Kind sirs and gentle ladies grab your ukuleles
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| I suspect by now you know my song
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| And the next time that I do it
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| Get down and get into it
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| I trust you all will sing and strum along (you gotta believe me) |