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.