Lyrics:
of a merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady
with peaches
Who bring their ukes along
And in the glimmer of the moonlight
They love to sing this song
If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like
Say! Have you ever met the girl
Who's the toast of the town?
A work of art without a question
You'd better write her number down
Oh! the lady in
Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about it for sometime
Sweet little lass, you are my long-haired lady
Who's the lady that makes that brief
was related
Man, he was created
Lady luck took him by surprise
Her sweet and bitter fruit
It surely opened his eyes
Well, she ate it
Lordy, it
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who find the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was
there's a lady that'd love to slip out
And there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper
And mostly that someone's the first one to get
just the same
Machines for hearts, how warped a view
Forgeting that they're human too
Waiting like a branded steer
Who first will launch
motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who
Say! Have you ever met the girl
who's the toast of the town?
A work of art without a question,
you'd better write her number down.
Oh! the lady
just the same
Machines for hearts, how warped a view
Forgeting that they're human too
Waiting like a branded steer
Who first will launch
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
But I don't know why she swallowed a fly
I guess she'll die
I know an old lady who swallowed a spider
It
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
But I don't know why she swallowed a fly
I guess she'll die
I know an old lady who swallowed a spider
It
crazy for the lady in red
She's a bit gaudy but lord what a pretty personality
Say have you ever met the girl who's the toast of the town
A work
the wrong things
But lady, before you leave me, realize I'm the one who loves you
Think about the sacrifices
That I made for you
Think about the hard
As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she
you're out cheating on your woman
There's something you never even thought of, and that is
Who's making love to your old lady
While you were out
Ladies and gentlemen
To those among you who are easily frightened
We suggest you turn away now
To those of you who think they can take it
We say,
nigga trying to go straight
Get your pistols (Go... Go)
Launch your missile (Go... Go)
Settle your issues (Go... Go)
I got a feeling somebody's gonna die
the wrong things
But lady, before you leave me, realize I'm the one who loves you
Think about the sacrifices
That I made for you
Think about the hard
She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady!
She's a Lady ~ I'm a Lady!
She's as quiet as a mouse
Why, she would never ever raise her voice to a shout
Not unless
there's a lady that'd love to slip out
And there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper
And mostly that someone's the first one to get
flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who could they get to carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man
really that far apart
I wish the world could see you now Lady Day
Laughing down at your oldest friend
The one who shared just about all he had
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