Ukelele
(Ha ha ha ha, whew)
So you thought it was a taze man
I see through the blood and haze man
I know what you're gonna say so let me take you there
No rhyme's, gonna make me forget
No talks gonna make me regret
Take you take you down to grave and let me take you there
Ukulele, ukulele
Ukulele, ukulele
Tough talk coming from the right man
No one is gonna win this fight man
I know what you're gonna say so let me take you there
No lies, but what I let you see here
Am I running from the scene dear
So I mustn't see what you see, let me take you there
Ukulele, Ukulele
Ukulele, Ukulele
It's just a little thing
There ain't no reason for it now
I see those wood and strings
Fall off your head and to the ground
(We have a 187, heading down the Santa Monica freeway
Victim Joey Adams was killed with what appears to be a...
Ukulele. I'm following the suspect, Andy Welst down the freeway
He has crashed onto the side of the freeway... and he's not alone...)
It's just a little thing
There ain't no reason for it now
I see those wood and strings
Fall off your head and to the ground
Ukulele
Ukulele
Ukulele
(Suspect appears to be dead... no wait, he's breathing...)
So you thought it was a taze man
I see through the blood and haze man
I know what you're gonna say so let me take you there
No rhyme's, gonna make me forget
No talks gonna make me regret
Take you take you down to grave and let me take you there
Ukulele, ukulele
Ukulele, ukulele
Tough talk coming from the right man
No one is gonna win this fight man
I know what you're gonna say so let me take you there
No lies, but what I let you see here
Am I running from the scene dear
So I mustn't see what you see, let me take you there
Ukulele, Ukulele
Ukulele, Ukulele
It's just a little thing
There ain't no reason for it now
I see those wood and strings
Fall off your head and to the ground
(We have a 187, heading down the Santa Monica freeway
Victim Joey Adams was killed with what appears to be a...
Ukulele. I'm following the suspect, Andy Welst down the freeway
He has crashed onto the side of the freeway... and he's not alone...)
It's just a little thing
There ain't no reason for it now
I see those wood and strings
Fall off your head and to the ground
Ukulele
Ukulele
Ukulele
(Suspect appears to be dead... no wait, he's breathing...)
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Writer(s): Aaron Stafford
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