| What is that haunting refrain that I hear in the air?
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| Here and then there, every where
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| It’s such a beautiful strain that keeps taunting my brain constantly
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| It’s my melody, it’s my symphony
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Oh, what a tune for crooning
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| It’s got the whole world spooning
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| Eskimo bells up in Iceland, keep ringing
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| They’ve made their own Paradise Land, singin'
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Give me the link inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| I hear the song in the forest, so thrillin'
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| Love birds all singin' in chorus twirling
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Sing me that inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Oh, what a tune for crooning
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| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| It’s got the whole world spooning
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| Give me a crown with a bandstand above it
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| I’ll sing my song to the grandstand, I love it |
| Inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo
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| Simply means inka dinka doo, a dinka dee, a dinka doo |