I was
born in
Hannibal,
Missouri
Funny little frog -faced man
Made my living singing
in the movies
The backlots of fantasy land
Mark
Twain come from
Hannibal,
Missouri
And various other drunks like me
I learned to play the ukulele
I reinvented my destiny
Cause no one dies, do they?
Not if they play the ukulele
And no one cries, baby
Not if they're wishin' on a star,
well, maybe
Yes, I kept singin' in
the rain
Dancin' in the clagolite sunshine, too
I was the voice of
Jiminy
Cricket
Wishin' 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 wishin' on a star, well, maybe,
yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hand me down my walkin' cane
My old vaudevillian croonin' pipes
I got one more song for you,
Charlie
The lonesome death of ukulele, ay
But no one really dies, do they?
Not if they play the ukulele
And no one really hurts, baby,
not if they're wishin' on a star, well, maybe
Cause it's only a paper moon hangin'
over a cardboard sea
Yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Thank for