Inka dinka doo (Jack Jones)

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

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