and nothing makes me blue
When trouble knocks upon my door,
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
But of all the people in the world
The mashed potatoes with the peas
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,
The waiter said, don't worry now,
how much can one fly eat?
Oh, sweet potatoes in their skin,
I won't say what they look like,
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
So then you can let off a,
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,
Oh, on my ukulele, I keep strummin' gayly
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