If'n I must confess, I owe my happiness

Not to the flowers, not to the trees,

not to the birds, not to the bees;

not to a night in June,

not to a silvery moon.

I love a uku-lele,

I love to strum it gaily,

I love to hum while I strum,

strum, strum, strum.

I love the songs Hawaiian,

Starts my sweet sweetie sighin'

We softly harmonize as we hum mm- mm

Bridge

I know what I'm doing, I never go wrong;

At home or canoeing, I'm strumming along

Ending:

Some sweet Hawai-ian ditty

Gee, don't they write 'em pretty!

I lova a uku-lele song.