{t:Ukulele Lady}
{artist: Kahn & Whiting (1925)}
{c:vamp}
[F][Am][F][Am]
{c:verse 1}
[F]I saw the splendor of the moonlight
On Hono-[Db7]lu-[C7]lu [F]Bay
[F]There’s something tender in the moonlight
On Hono-[Db7]lu-[C7]lu [F]Bay
[Dm]And all the beaches, are full of peaches
[Am]Who bring their ukes a-[F]long
[F]And in the glimmer of the moonlight
They like to [Db7]sing this [C7]song.
{soc}
If [F]you [Am]like a [Dm]Ukulele [Am]Lady, a [F]Ukulele [Am]Lady like-a [Dm]you, [Am]
If [Gm7]you [C7]like to [Gm7]linger where it’s [C7]shady, a [Gm7]Ukulele [C7]Lady linger [F]too.
If [F]you [Am]kiss a [Dm]Ukulele [Am]Lady, [F]while you promise [Am]ever to be [Dm]true, [Am]
And if [Gm7]she [C7]see a-[Gm7]nother Uku-[C7]lele [Gm7]Lady fool a-[C7]round with [F]you.
{eoc}
{c:bridge}
[Bb]May–be she’ll sigh (an awful lot)
[F]May–be she’ll cry (or maybe not)
[G]Maybe she’ll [G7]find somebody else, [C]by and by [C7]and by
{soc}
To [F]sing [Am]to [Dm]when it’s cool and [Am]shady, [F]where the tricky [Am]Wicki Wackies [Dm]woo, [Am]
If [Gm7]you [C7]like a [Gm7]Ukulele [C7]Lady, a [Gm7]Ukulele [C7]Lady like-a [F]you.
{eoc}
{c:verse 2}
[F]She used to sing to me by moonlight
On Hono-[Db7]lu-[C7]lu [F]Bay
[F]My mem’ries cling to me by moonlight
Although I’m [Db7]far [C7]a-[F]way
[Dm]Someday I’m going, where eyes are glowing,
[Am]And lips are made to kiss
[F]To meet somebody in the moonlight
To hear that [Db7]song I [C7]miss.
{soc}
If [F]you [Am]like a [Dm]Ukulele [Am]Lady, a [F]Ukulele [Am]Lady like-a [Dm]you, [Am]
If [Gm7]you [C7]like to [Gm7]linger where it’s [C7]shady, a [Gm7]Ukulele [C7]Lady linger [F]too.
{eoc}
