Ukuleles from Hell

We are mean, we are bad

All the feelings are gone

We have sold our souls

To the evil one

In return we can play ukulele quite well

Cause we are bad, we are mad

We are the mean ukuleles from hell

All ukulele players evil are

And even Satan is playing on a little guitar

We do the plink and the plonk

We can scream and yell

Cause we are bad, we are mad

We are the mean ukuleles from hell

We are mean ukuleles

Cause we are bad and we are mad

And we are never ever less

We are the mean ukuleles from hell