The Lonesome Death Of Ukulele Ike

I was born in Hannibal, Missouri
Funny little frog-faced man
Made my living singing in the movies
The back lots of Fantasyland

Mark Twain come from Hannibal, Missouri
And various other drunks like me
I learned to play the ukulele
Reinventing my destiny

'Cause no one dies, do they?
Not if they play the ukulele

And no one cries, baby
Not if they're wishing on a star, well, maybe

Yes, I kept singing in the rain
Dancing in the clay-light sunshine too
I was the voice of Jiminy Cricket
Wishing on a star for you

But I died penniless and forgotten
In the motion picture old folks' home
In Neverland I was in high cotton
My voice warbled out of the gramophone

But no one really dies, do they?
Not if they play the ukulele

And no one cries, baby
Not if they're wishing on a star, well, maybe

Yeah, oh, oh, mmm, oh

Hand me down my walking cane
My old vaudevillian crooning pipes
I got one more song for you, Charlie
The lonesome death of Ukulele Ike

But no one really dies, do they?
Not if they play the ukulele

And no one really hurts, baby
Not if they're wishing on a star, well, maybe

'Cause it's only a paper moon
Hanging over a cardboard sea
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, ooh, yeah, ah!