Inka Dinka Doo                                   Jimmy Durante, 1934

What is that haunting refrain that you hear in the air?
Here and there, evry'where,
It's just a beautiful strain that keeps taunting my brain constantly,
It's my melody, it's my symphony.

Ink-a-dink-a doo, A dink-a-dee, a dink-a-doo.
Oh, what a tune for crooning,
Ink-a-dink-a doo, A dink-a-dee, a dink-a-doo,
It's got the whole world spooning.

Eskimo bells up in Iceland, are ringing,
They've made their own Paradise Land,
Singing Ink-a-dink-a doo, A dink-a-dee, a dink-a-doo,
Simply means Ink-a-dink-a-dee, a dink-a-doo.