by Richard Whiting & Gus Kahn
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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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1:
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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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2:
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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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Repeat 1.
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Repeat 2.
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Ukulele Lady
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| Arlo Guthrie |
