Folks, ain't that beautiful?nMy symphony!nA masterpiece!nI can hear you sayin'nWhat is that hauntering frame that I hear in air?nHere and there, everywherenIt's just a beautiful strain that keeps caught in my brain constantlynIt's my melody, it's my symphonynInk a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doonOh what a tune, what a tune or crooningnInk a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doonIt's got the whole world spooningnEskimo bells up in Iceland are ringingnThey've made there own there own paradiseland singingnInk adinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doonSimply means Ink a dinka dee, a dinka doonnListen to that melody!nListen to that melody!nWhy I would add class to any concertsnYou know I resent them playing my symphony in jazz nI resent itnBut they're paying me for this.nSo I'm helpless, really helplessnBut if that's what the world wantsnI'm your slave, so here it isnnInk a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doonbu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-boonJust a crooning!nJust a crooning!nInk a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doon[whistles inka dinka do]nhahahahahahanThere's a little bit of Bing Crosby and menhahahahahahanEskimo bells up in Iceland are ringingnCome on Jimmy, here comes the finish, lap it up, hit it!nA dinka dee, a dinka doooo, what a voice!nWhat a voice, simply meansnInk, a dinka doo, a dinka deenGoodnight folks, signin' off