Inka Dinka Doo

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