Now, ever worries me
and nothing makes me blue
When trouble knocks upon my door,
here's just what I do
On my ukulele, I keep strumming gaily
On my ukulele, oh, ta -la -la -la -la -la -la
Now, I love people north and south
and people east and west
But of all the people in the world
I love myself the best
The mashed potatoes with the peas
I've eaten all my life
The mashed potatoes stop the peas
from rolling off my knife
Oh, on my ukulele I keep strumming gaily
On my ukulele, a -ta -la -la -la -la -la
Now I found a fly right in my soup,
my temper wasn't sweet
The waiter said, don't worry now,
how much can one fly eat?
Oh, sweet potatoes in their skin,
they look so absurd
I won't say what they look like,
cos I can't use the word
Oh, on my ukulele, I keep strummin' gaily
On my ukulele, a -ta -la -la -la -la -la
My little sister has a doll,
you squeeze it in the middle
It blinks its eyes and then it cries
and then it does a fiddle
Oh, everybody blames a dog
when there is a smell
So then you can let off a,
and nobody can tell
Oh, on my ukulele, I keep strumming gaily
On my ukulele, a -ta -la -la -la -la -la
So nothing ever worries me,
and nothing makes me blue
When trouble knocks upon your door,
here's just what you do
Oh, on my ukulele, I keep strummin' gayly
On my ukulele,
I'll ta -la -la -la -la -la, yeah
On my ukulele, I keep strummin' gayly
On my ukulele, I'll ta -la -la -la -la -la, hey