Mucking about the garden

We're a happy family, I'd like you all to know. 
We live with Uncle Joe, in a little bungalow.
It has got a garden and it keeps him on the go. 
When a friend says, "Where's your uncle?" We just answer: Oh!

He's mucking about the garden, always on the go. 
Seeds begin to show. Weeds begin to grow. 
Mucking about the garden, dear old Uncle Joe 
Works for hours among the flowers, and then begins to crow:

Everything is lovely-uvely everywhere, everywhere. 
Morning noon and night he's on the go. Oh!
Mucking about the garden, dear old Uncle Joe Sings, 
"Ripe tomatoes, apples or plums": Watching his onion grow. 

Uncle Joe, he thought that it was time to settle down
He'd found a girl in town, by the name of Learie Brown
I said "If he gets wed he'll never have a family,
For its cert that on his wedding night he's sure to be ...

He's mucking about the garden, always on the go.
Seeds begin to show. Weeds begin to grow.
Mucking about the garden, dear old Uncle Joe
Works for hours among the flowers, and then begins to crow:

Everything is lovely-uvely everywhere, everywhere.
Morning noon and night he's on the go. Oh!
Mucking about the garden, dear old Uncle Joe Sings,
"Ripe tomatoes, apples or plums": Giving his nose a blow



Everything is lovely-uvely everywhere, everywhere.
Morning noon and night he's on the go. Oh!
Mucking about the garden, dear old Uncle Joe Sings,
Sits among the cabbages and peas, watching his onions grow!