I jumped on my bicycle and headed into town

My babe's on the back and she's nice to have around

The wind's in our hair and our feet are going round

My uke's in the pack and I do like the sound

I like the tone of it, I like the beat of it, Oh yeah

It came in a parcel and to my great surprise

It was a ukulele, yes, and just my size

I showed it to my baby and her eyes opened wide

She asked if I could play it and I said with a smile

I like the size of it, I like the feel of it, Oh yeah

Instrumental as per verse

Now I know what you're thinking and I guess you could be right

Why a 50's something geezer gets these fantasies of flight

But the sound of ukuleles sends me floating through the breeze

And the basic size and structure lets me play the thing with ease

I like the blonde of it, I like to fondle it, all year!

All year