Bobby Sox Idol (Frank Sinatra)

Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso What did dey say? Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso Why not make a dish wit' de Houdini? Singin' de West Indian melody Frankie me boy I'm sure We sell two million copies or more Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso It can be Dickens or Bing Crosby Bet me money on little Frankie I know ye have the ability To sing Calypso symphoniously Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso You will be on the Caribbean moon Frankie will sing, Houdini will croon Then the Bobby Sox would know I've made you the high priest of Calypso Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso All West Indian will be bummed to say When they have to serenade break of day Frank Sinatra is getting old Wilmoth Houdini is alone Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso Do re mi so fa la ti do Music is a thing, Frankie that you know With your ability Only leave the accent to Houdini What a savior! Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso Today in America They talk about the Andrews Sisters They sing Rum and Coca Cola But we bring them something now better What a savior! Ah Frankie Sinatra Ah Frank Sinatra Frankie my boy you don't know You have a perfect voice to sing Calypso