Show Me the Way to Go Home

Look at this, I didn't even see it there, but my little ukulele, why it just jumped into my arms [laughs] and was begging to be played.

Show me the way to go home.

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.

[laughs] I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went straight to my head.

Show me the way to go.

Show me the way to go.

Show me the way to go home.

[imitates ukulele] [laughs]

Look out, you know I don't play that!

[singing] Show me the way to go home.

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.

I had a little drink about an hour ago, and it's gone straight to my head.

Wherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam, you'll always hear me singing this little song.

Show me the way to go home.

Well, friends, I hate to tell you this, but it is time to say goodbye.

I know, I know, I'm just as broken-hearted [laughs] as you are.

Every bleeding heart Beats a rhythm that is blue And the moon has cast a blue reflection in the dew So the wind while on its way Seems to cry and sigh and say Blue prairie, blue echoes ring, blue as I sing of a longing, blue.

Show me the way to go home I'm tired and I want to go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago And it's gone straight to my head Wherever I may roam On land or sea or foam And I always hear me singing this little song.

Show me the way to go home.

All right, friends, well, we've come to that time of the day where we have to say goodbye.

I know, I know, I'm as brokenhearted as you are.

And my canary has circles under his eyes.

[guitar playing] Show me the way to go home.

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.

I had a little drink about an hour ago and it's gone straight to my head.

Wherever I may roam on land or sea or foam.

You can always hear me singin' this little song.

homeWell, friends, if you can believe it, it is time to head on home.