I mean, son, don't go near the Eskimos, please do what I say.My papa was working for the weather station a little bit north of Nome.And I grew up in that frozen country where the nights are six months long.I used to play like I was an Eskimo, I put whale oil on my hair.And every night I would beg my folks, let me sleep in the fridge a day.Oh, shokumoki, mushy doggie, oh, shokumoki, yay.I mean, son, don't go near the Eskimos, please do what I say.I was seventeen and my voice was changing, but the girls didn't thrill me none.Cause I longed to go see an Eskimo on the banks of the old Yukon.One night I slipped from my daddy's house a little bit north of Nome.I knew that I could get back by morning cause the nights are six months long.Oh, shokumoki, mushy doggie, oh, shokumoki, yay.I mean, son, don't go near the Eskimos, please do what I say.And there she was, sitting on a chunk of ice and eating a frozen fish and dipping her friskies in whale blubber.And I said, ooga-suga-mooska, which means, the love in my heart is burning for you.And she said, ooga-suga-nooska, and that means, back up, buddy, you're melting the ice.Music.Music.Music.I went back home and I told my daddy about this maiden fair.And how I felt I would like to melt the icicles in her hair.Daddy's trembling lips turned purple and his breath began to freeze.It was then he told me I could never rub noses with pretty little umshognees.He said, son, when you were born,Well, the Eskimo and the white man were having a lot of wild parties together, and this Eskimo named Paiyai, that's right, son, this Paiyai the Eskimo stole my little boy and made an icicle out of him.So I stole you to get even.I was going to make a funsicle out of you.But I raised you like you was my very own, and I've loved you like the cold-blooded little Eskimo that you are.So you see, son, I was born, but you looked like a dead boy.Hey, son, you can never rub noses with Oom Shagney.Oh, it's not because she's your sister.But, son...But, son, Oom Shagney has got the coldest nose in Alaska,and that's why I always say...Oom Shagney, mushy doggy, Oom Shagney, yay!I mean, son, don't go near the Eskimos, please do what I say.