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       Do Ukuleles go to Heaven When they Die?

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I took myself a trip to Honolulu
in the moonlight those ukuleles played
I'm gonna have to buy a ukulele
to serenade my Honolulu maid.

Chorus.
	Oh how I love my ukulele
	it really is the apple of my my eye
	I set it on the chair, guess I shouldn't have left it there
	do ukuleles go to heaven when they die?

Now I'm back in Oklahoma
riding on those old Panhandle plains
My girl she stayed in Honolulu
and I play my ukulele and it rains.

Chorus...

At home alone I play my ukulele
I scare the dog and raise hairs on the cat
I left it on the sofa and my brother my big loafer
came sat on it and squashed that sucker flat.


Copyright Bert Hansell, 2004