This is the third time through. It’s me and my friend C. We’re working on it for open mic at an upcoming ukulele Sunday. The uke, that’s me, C has to break the music up so we can both play because, trust me, there’s something complicated about the timing on this thing. The harmony is messed up at the end, and well, anyway, yeah, this happened. We could get better. Or not. As we like to say in my “band”, the Flip Flops, “Hey, we’re not getting any worse!”
