The Lonesome Death Of Ukelele Ike

I was born in Hannibal, Missouri
A funny little frog-faced man
Made my livin' singin' in the movies
On the back lots of Fantasy Land
Mark Twain came from Hannibal, Missouri
And various other drunks like me
I learned to play the ukulele
And reinvented my destiny
'Cause no one dies, do they?
Not if they play the Ukulele
And no one cries, baby
Not if they're wishin' on a star, well maybe
Yes, I kept singin' in the rain
Dancin' in the Kleig light sunshine too
I was the voice of Jiminy Cricket
Wishin' on a star for you
But I died penniless and forgotten
In the motion picture old folks' home
In Never Land I was in High Cotton
My voice warbled out of the gramophone
So hand me down my walkin' cane
My old vaudevillian crooner's pipes
Heh, I got one more song for you, Charley
It's called, 'The lonesome death of Ukulele Ike'