WITH MY LITTLE UKULELE IN MY HAND
George Formby - 1933
Now everybodyís got a crazy notion of their own
Some like to mix up with a crowd, some like to be alone
Itís no one elseís business as far as I can see
But every time that I go out the people stare at me
With my little ukulele in my hand, of course the people do not understand
Some say why donít you be a scout, why donít you read a book?
But I get lots more pleasure when Iím playing with my uke.
Of course I take no notice you can tell
For motherís sound advice will always stand.
She said "My boy do what I say and youíll never go astray
If you keep your ukulele in your hand, yes son
Keep your ukulele in your hand."
While walking down the prom last night as peaceful as can be
When some young girl said "what about a stroll down by the sea?"
She said her name was Jane and that sheíd just come for the day.
She looked so young and harmless that I couldnít turn away
So with my little ukulele in my hand, I took a stroll with Jane along the sand.
We walked along for miles without a single care or frown
But when we reached the sand hills she said "Come on letís sit down."
I felt so shy and bashful sitting there, Ďcause the things I said she didnít understand
She said "Your love just turns me dizzy, come along big boy get busy"
But I kept my ukulele in my hand, yes sir, I kept my ukulele in my hand.
Made up my mind that Iíd get wed some eighteen months ago.
I also bought a book about the things you want to know.
But just about a week ago I got a awful fright,
I had to get dressed quickly in the middle of the night.
And with my little ukulele in my hand, I ran along the road for Dr. Brand
It didnít take him long to get his little bag of tools.
I held his hat and coat and let him have my book of rules.
Out of the bedroom door he looked and smiled
He said, "Come inside and see your wife and child."
My heart it jumped with joy, I could see it was a boy
For he had a ukulele in his hand, oh baby
He had a ukulele in his hand.