With My Little Ukulele In My Hand - George Formby

Now everybody’s got a crazy notion of their own

Some like to mix up with a crowd, some like to be alone

It’s no one else’s 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 don’t you be a scout, why don’t you read a book?

But I get lots more pleasure when I’m playing with my uke

Of course I take no notice you can tell

For mother’s sound advice will always stand

She said «My boy do what I say and you’ll 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 she’d just come for the day

She looked so young and harmless that I couldn’t 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 let’s sit down.»

I felt so shy and bashful sitting there, 'cause the things I said she didn’t

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 I’d 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 didn’t 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