Verse:
We’re G mostly empty nesters whose kids have left home
and we C just want to sing a song
The G clock’s ticking fast no time to learn the harpsichord
but D ukes don’t take too long
You G hear us from afar singing songs from the Sixties
a C little bit of Country and Folk
We G have lots of fun and a few people like us
But the D real musos think we’re a G joke
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
G‘Join in all welcome’ says the Facebook page
for the C Music festival
G‘Bring along your instruments for jamming around the campfire’
It D all sounds really cool
We G get there at sunset and bring out our ukes
C Stares from the guitar-playing boys
G Even the Banjo-players mutter to each other
‘They’ve D brought those fucken ukulele G toys’
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
G Uke in my backpack travelling around Spain
C feeling like some company
The G sign says ‘Irish Pub and Sangria’
well that D sounds OK to me
A G Casio keyboard and some bongo drums
are playing C ‘Black Velvet Band’ so gaily
I pull out my uke and they shake their heads
“Is D Traditional Irish No Uku G lele’
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
My G uke band and I went to a Bluegrass Club
in a C bowling club Tuesday night
There were G banjos guitars and mandolins
but D not a uke in sight
We G pulled out our ukes and the atmosphere got frosty –
C they were all looking at me
(So I said) G ‘These are special Bluegrass mini-guitars
that we D (stop) bought in Nashville Tennessee’
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
G Staying in a Monastery a hundred miles from nowhere
in the C middle of the Camino
A G few dozen pilgrims all sitting around
no D Wi-Fi telly or vino
I G pull out my uke to sing them a song (Stop)
And C everyone thinks I’m a star
We G sing and do the conga all night long
Sometimes it’s D good to play the mini- G guitar
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
We’re G mostly empty nesters whose kids have left home
and we C just want to sing a song
The G clock’s ticking fast no time to learn the harpsichord
but D ukes don’t take too long
You G hear us from afar singing songs from the Sixties
a C little bit of Country and Folk
We G have lots of fun and a few people like us
But the D real musos think we’re a G joke
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
G‘Join in all welcome’ says the Facebook page
for the C Music festival
G‘Bring along your instruments for jamming around the campfire’
It D all sounds really cool
We G get there at sunset and bring out our ukes
C Stares from the guitar-playing boys
G Even the Banjo-players mutter to each other
‘They’ve D brought those fucken ukulele G toys’
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
G Uke in my backpack travelling around Spain
C feeling like some company
The G sign says ‘Irish Pub and Sangria’
well that D sounds OK to me
A G Casio keyboard and some bongo drums
are playing C ‘Black Velvet Band’ so gaily
I pull out my uke and they shake their heads
“Is D Traditional Irish No Uku G lele’
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
My G uke band and I went to a Bluegrass Club
in a C bowling club Tuesday night
There were G banjos guitars and mandolins
but D not a uke in sight
We G pulled out our ukes and the atmosphere got frosty –
C they were all looking at me
(So I said) G ‘These are special Bluegrass mini-guitars
that we D (stop) bought in Nashville Tennessee’
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
Verse:
G Staying in a Monastery a hundred miles from nowhere
in the C middle of the Camino
A G few dozen pilgrims all sitting around
no D Wi-Fi telly or vino
I G pull out my uke to sing them a song (Stop)
And C everyone thinks I’m a star
We G sing and do the conga all night long
Sometimes it’s D good to play the mini- G guitar
Chorus:
We get C laughed at ostracised sneered at and pitied
G scorned and derided daily
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
G We are the lepers of the music world
for we D play the uku G lele
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