There is also a version for ukulele players...... I heard there was a list of chords that I should play till I got bored My teacher said that I should practice daily, Well, it goes like this, C, F, G7, I'll never play a harp in heaven, I'm going to hell to play my ukulele...... Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele, uku-lay - ay - eeee. On X factor they sang this song but I believe they sang it wrong, The vocals were too shrill and far too wail-ey, But sometimes when the spirit moves I'm sure that laughing Len approves, I'll play his song upon my ukulele. Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele, uku-lay - ay - eeee. It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, near or far, You could be Greek, Brazilian or Israeli, No one will want to be your friend Because you drive them round the bend And irritate them with your ukulele...... Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele, uku-lay - ay - eeee. So armed with my half dozen chords I'm stepping out to tread the boards At folk club sessions, open mike or ceilidh, From jazz, thrash metal, country, pop, To 'Little stick of Blackpool rock' You'll hear them all upon my ukulele....... Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele, uku-lay - ay - eeee...... Ukulele, ukulele, ukulele, uku-lay - ay - eeee. Credited to Guy Snape. Last verse is optional in some versions.
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