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Written by: Mark Brine

1. I came home this evenin’..  feelin’ all weary ‘n downWadn’t in the mood f’ nothin’.. ‘cept for hopefully sleepin’ soundBut there she was in the corner..  just’a starin’ up so sweetWith that lil’ come-on look that spelt .. immediate trouble f’ me

2. No, I didn’t want t’ do it .. but no matter how I triedShe wouldn’t take her gaze off’a me.. with that Jezebel in her eyesYeah, I knew there was no escapin’..  ‘n I soon lost any hold The more I tried to dodge it... The inevitable took control

Chorus:Yes, the ukelele made me.. I wadn’t in the moodBut soon I was all entangled in writin’ this uke-a-diculous tuneAnd I don’t know how they do it.. It’s a mystery to meBut the ukelele made me..  ‘n they just won’t let ya be

3. It’s a crime the way they lure you on... There oughta be a lawA ukelele amendment or somethin’.. to prevent the way they aweYou inta doin’ what ya really don’t want to... It’s a dirty rotten shameYeah, it’s ukelele harassment,.. ‘n once again, guess who’s t’ blame©Miss Rebecca Music (ASCAP)