Crazy Words, Crazy Tunes

There’s a guy I’d like to kill
If he doesn’t stop I will
He’s got a ukulele, and a voice that’s loud and shrill.
'Cause he lives next door to me
And he keeps me up till three
With his ukulele and a funny melody.
Crazy words, crazy tune
All that you’ll ever hear him croon
Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe. Vo-doe doe.
Sits around, all night long
Sings the same words to every song
Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.
His ukulele, daily how he’ll strum!
Bum bum bum! Vampin' and stampin'
Then he hollers, «Black bottom!»
Crazy words, crazy tune
He’ll be driving me crazy soon
Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.
I have begged that guy to stop
I have even called a cop
Told my dog «Go sic him», but the durn dog wouldn’t go.
But tonight will be the end
Yes siree, 'cause I intend
To go up and kick him in the vo doe doe de oh doe.
He’s got to stop it, stop it, yes he must,
Or I’ll just kill him, I’ll kill him
Then I’ll do the black bottom.
When I’m jailed, upon my need,
To the jury and the judge I’ll plead
Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o doe.
Now the minuet, quiet bliss,
Calm and peaceful, it went like this:
Vo doe de o vo doe doe de o doe.
The Polka too was a treat
Your partner said if you tread on his feet
Vo doe de o vo doe doe de o doe.
The gliding Foxtrot we’ve got
And the blues, if you choose
We’ve got the Charleston
And we’ll soon have Black Bottom
Our vicar said, «Ah, me,
Friends, our hymn for tonight will be
Vo doe de o doe doe doe de o doe.
It’s a rage, it’s a craze
Everybody sings now-a-days
Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de oh doe. Vo doe doe.
Every goof, every sheik,
Tunes his uke and begins to shriek,
Vo doe de oh, vo doe doe de o doe.
Go on the east side, the west side,
Here or there, everywhere,
They vo doe, vo doe doe,
Then they holler, «Black bottom!»
Young or old, old or young
The guy that started it should be hung
Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.