Inka Dinka Doo (feat. Six Hits and a Miss)

Once upon a time, they sang the Fo, dee, oh, do But that was long ago Then everybody started in to Boo, boop, ee, doop They got tired of that, you know How do you like those guys? Everybody puts in extra notes I'll overlook it But the tune for you and me Is that swingin' symphony Ink, a dink a dink, a dink a doo, a dink a dee Oh, what a tune for croonin' Ink, a dink a dink, a dink a doo, a dink a dee It's got the whole world swoonin' Eskimo belles up in Iceland Are ringin' They've made their own paradise land Singin' Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo, a dink a dee Simply means, ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo Let me hear that choir Oh, what a tune for croonin' Colossial Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo Let me hear that band Stupendious Now, let me hear the trumpets That's not a trumpet That's not a trumpet That's a trumpet Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo, a dink a dee Simply means, ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo, a dink a dee Oh, what a tune for croonin' That's enough, fellas, I'll take it alone A dink a dee, a dink a doo You know, boys Last week I sang for the Sultan of Passion And the sultan offered me his harem of five-hundred beautiful wives But I turned him down Because when I get up in the morning Who wants to find a thousand stockings hanging in the bathroom? Not Durante Ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo, a dink a dee That note was given to me by Bing Crosby And was he glad to get rid of it Simply means, ink, a dink a dee, a dink a doo