Here's a song that I wrote recently in the style of George Formby. The content reminds me of the time the woman walked into a bar and asked for a Double Entendre - so the Barman gave her one...
Anyway...please imagine a gawky, toothy Lancastrian grinning from ear to ear and chuckling "he he: turned owt nice again, 'ant it?" and you'll be there
With My Little Ukelele In My Hand
CHORUS
With my little Ukelele in my hand
All of the world seems grand
When I feel, I'm all out of luck
I get it out and have a quick pluck
Vs1
The audience was moody and beginning to jeer
The show was running late and they had drunk too much beer
But when I popped it out, they just started to cheer
At the little Ukelele in my hand
CHORUS
Vs2
An old Italian master had it hard for a while
The Mona Lisa flat refused to give him a smile
Then he handed her his instrument and showed her with style
The little Ukelele in his hand
CHORUS x2
With my little Ukelele in my hand
All of the world seems grand
I don't care what the lawyers may say
I get it out in public and have a quick play
Vs3
All of the Dictators in the world today
Would cause a lot less bother and have much less to say
If they'd only quit their armies and sit down and play
With the little Ukelele
Little Ukelele
Little Ukelele in their hands
6 comments:
Reminds me of an old joke: Contrary to popular opinion, innuendo is not an Italian suppository.
What fun!
I love it! I demand a recording of you & Argent singing it :)
I think George actually did a song with this title but yours is funnier!
Stephen - terrible, but also very funny.
English - ta
Bug - be careful what you ask for...
Argent - good ole George
I bet playing with your ukelele makes the endless rain more bearable. Pluck away, dear chap, pluck away.
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