Inka Dinka Doo

Folks, ain't that beautiful? My symphony! A masterpiece! I can hear you sayin' What is that hauntering frame that I hear in air? Here and there, everywhere It's just a beautiful strain that keeps caught in my brain constantly It's my melody, it's my symphony Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo Oh what a tune, what a tune or crooning Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo It's got the whole world spooning Eskimo bells up in Iceland are ringing They've made there own there own paradiseland singing Ink adinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo Simply means Ink a dinka dee, a dinka doo Listen to that melody! Listen to that melody! Why I would add class to any concerts You know I resent them playing my symphony in jazz I resent it But they're paying me for this So I'm helpless, really helpless But if that's what the world wants I'm your slave, so here it is Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-boo Just a crooning! Just a crooning! Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo [whistles inka dinka do] Hahahahahaha There's a little bit of Bing Crosby and me Hahahahahaha Eskimo bells up in Iceland are ringing Come on Jimmy, here comes the finish, lap it up, hit it! A dinka dee, a dinka doooo, what a voice! What a voice, simply means Ink, a dinka doo, a dinka dee Goodnight folks, signin' off