I Told My Baby With the Ukelele

Now I had a sweetie once upon a time, well she was my ideal,
And when she was near I used to feel, well you know how you feel.
But I was shy and couldnt tell my love, when I did my knees all shook,
So I thought I would say it with music and I bought myself a uke.
I learnt this sloppy tune,then one night underneath the Wigan moon.

I told my baby with the ukulele, I sung a song of Araby,
I told my baby with the ukulele, but she only laughed at me.
I played it soft and sad, she didnt care a bit,
And then I got so mad I swore Id make a hit.
So I told my baby with the ukulele, I bashed her with it over the head,
But oh! She was a pal, I only wish you could have seen that gal.

Her hair was brunette type,
It had pretty wrinkles like you see in tripe.
Shes going to have it bobbed this Spring,
Now where will the sparrows nest, poor things.
Her face, it is so bright, you cant see a blemish on a foggy night,
And when she smiles on her own accord
Her face lights up because shes lantern jawed.
Her teeth they are devine, all the colours in the rainbow there youll find,
Black, blue, green and red you bet,
She only wants a white one for a snooker set.
Her neck, I loved it so, I brought her a present about a week ago,
Two little gifts shell use I hope,
I bought her a sponge and a bar of soap.
When I went to meet my little maid, let her hear the sernade I played

I told my baby with the ukulele, I sung a song of Araby,
I told my baby with the ukulele, but she only laughed at me.
I played it soft and sad, she didnt care a bit,
And then I got so mad I swore Id make a hit.
So I told my baby with the ukulele, I bashed her with it over the head,
But oh! She was a pal, I only wish you could have seen that gal.