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A song about a uke in love with a Canadian.
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Zoe's Ukulele
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
It seemed a normal Wednesday morning
Up on my shelf in Milwaukee
When through the door of our little store
Walked a maiden of syrup and hockey
And when she tippy-toed me off the wall
I was the proudest ukulele of them all
Yes, I attest, I'm through with hopelessness
Blessed upon her legs, getting my frets caressed
I guess I'm just best pressed against her chest
Being Zoe's ukulele!
Professionally possessing me is her request
Zestfully obsessed, you see, at her behest
The lesson, I confess, is I'm just happiest
Being Zoe's one and only ukulele!
When Z was done, she skated up to the front
Fumbling through her Levi's pockets
She emptied them out, and the shopkeep gave a shout
He said, "We only take American ducats!"
"And it's not my policy to spread gloom and woe"
"But you must think I'm loony to take that dough"
Yes, I confess, I'm in an awful mess
Restlessly obsessed with this hopeless quest
I guess it's just best to get this off of my chest
I'm not Zoe's ukulele!
This question of possession gets me so depressed
Detestably infested with this loneliness
It's just so distressing, I won't rest unless
I am Zoe's one and only ukulele!
Time passes by just like a metronome
The beat's so slow, and I'm all alone
I don't mean to be "Mr. Bitch and Moan"
But even the 3-string banjo found a home
Now, don't you fret, we're not finished yet
There's a happy end to my story
'Cause who walked in, but a certain Canadian
With an old 6 string to trade for me
Now I hear the Great White North is covered in snow
But Zoe's lap's the warmest place that I know
Yes, I attest, I'm through with loneliness
Blessed up upon her legs, getting my frets caressed
I guess I'm just best pressed against her chest
Being Zoe's ukulele!
Possessing me's her destiny and nothing less
Suggestively sequestered in her sweet caress
Successfully impressed to be the luckiest
'Cause I'm Zoe's one and only
Zoe's one and only
I'm Zoe's one and only ukulele!
credits
from
Little Brother,
released March 21, 2015
Words and music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Bill Kavanagh at BobDog Studios
Cajon - Tony Lenhart
Ukulele, vocals - Narciso Lobo, Jr.
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