ON MY UKULELE (TRA LA LA LA LA)
Words and music by Mitchell Parish, Mike Morris and Lou Herscher.
New York: Joe Morris Music, ©1924
As sung by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare (The Happiness Boys)

Now I love people north and south, people east and west,
But of all the people in the world you love yourself the best.
There's nothing ever worries me; nothing makes me blue.
When trouble knocks upon your door, tell me what you do.
On my ukulele, on my ukulele,
I keep strumming gaily, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la!

Now you were sitting on the fence. What do you think of that?
A bulldog came right up behind and bit me where I sat.
My girl is pretty as can be; she's got the cutest bob.
You're going to be married soon, as soon as she gets a job.
On my uke, on my uke,
On my uke, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la!

A boy stood on the burning deck; his hands were full of blisters.
His pants got burned and I just learned he had to wear his brother's.
I called upon my girl one night; her dad came home real late.
You asked him for his daughter's hand; he handed you the gate.
On my ukulele, ya-ha-ha-ha-ha!
On my ukulele, ya-ha-ha-ha-ha!

The Prince of Wales met sister once, ran out and bought a ring,
But she said, "You can talk to me when they crown you king."
Now there's a certain guy I know, a most conceited chap.
When I looked up his fam'ly tree, I found he was the sap.
On my ukulele, on my ukulele.
I keep strumming gaily, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la!

I feel so awfully sore today; I'm lit up like a lamp.
For two cents you'd go out right now and lick a postage stamp.
We couldn't find the baby once while sitting in the park.
But since you feed him garlic now, you find him in the dark.
I bought myself a radio; it's wonderful, by gosh!
But the neighbors use your aerial to hang up all their wash.
On my ukulele, yoodle-yoodle-yoodle-yoodle-you-do!
On my ukulele, yoodle-yoodle-yoodle-yoodle-you!

My brother is a plumber, and oh, how he can plumb!
He plumbs by day and plumbs by night; I'd say that's plumbin' some.
A girl I know fell down the stairs and got some awful thumps.
Now she's got water on the knees; that's why she's wearing pumps.
If rain makes all things beautiful, it's sure some recipe!
I'm goin' out some stormy night and let it pour on me.
On my ukulele, ya-ha-ha-ha-ha!
On my ukulele, ya-ha-ha-ha-ha!