Lyrics with no parentheses indicate a solo.
Lyrics in single parentheses indicate backup singer(s) only.
Lyrics in double parentheses indicate lead singer and backup singer(s) all sing.

Chorus:
((Oog shoog mohgy mushy doggy-o,{1}))
((Oog shoog mohgy ay.))
I mean, ((son, don't go a-near the Eskimos,))
((Please do what I say.))

Verse 1:
My pappa was workin' for the weather station,
A little bit north of Nome.{2}
And I grew up in that frozen country,
Where the nights are six months long.
I use'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 frigid air.{3}

Chorus:
((Oog shoog mohgy mushy doggy-o,))
((Oog shoog mohgy ay.))
I mean, ((son, don't go a-near the Eskimos,))
((Please do what I say.))

Verse 2:
I was seventeen and my voice was changin',
But the girls didn't thrill me none.
'Cause I longed to go see an Eskimo,
On the banks of the old Yukon.{4}
One night I slipped from my daddy's house,
A little bit north of Nome.
I knew that I could get back by mornin',
'Cause the nights are six months long.

Chorus:
((Oog shoog mohgy mushy doggy-o,))
((Oog shoog mohgy ay.))
I mean, ((son, don't go a-near the Eskimo,))
((Please do what I say.))

Verse 3, spoken:
And there she was, sittin' on a chunk of ice,
And eatin' a frozen fish,
And dippin' her friskies in whale blubber.
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/m4psAnd I said, "Ooga shooga mooshka."
Which means, "The love in my heart is a burning."
And she said, "Ooga shooga noshka."
And that means, "Back up, buddy,
You're meltin' the ice."

Verse 4, back to singing:
I went back home an' I told my daddy,
About this maiden fair.
And how I felt I would like to melt,
Them icicles in her hair.
Dad's tremblin' lips turned purple,
And his breath began to freeze.
It was then he told me I could never rub noses,
With pretty little Um Shog Nee.

Bridge, spoken:
He said, "Son, when you were born'd,
Well, the Eskimo and the white man,
Were havin' a lot of wild parties together.
And this Eskimo named Pie Eye,
That's right, son, this pie-eyed{5} Eskimo,
Stole my little boy and made an icicle out of him.
So, I stole you to get even.
I was gonna make a fudgesicle 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, you can never
Rub noses with Um Shog Nee.
Oh, it's not because she's your sister,
But, son, but, son,
Um Shog Nee has got the coldest nose in Alaska.
And that's why I always say,

Chorus:
((Oog shoog mohgy mushy doggy-o,))
((Oog shoog mohgy ay.))
I mean, ((son, don't go near the Eskimos,))
((Please do what I say.))

Chorus:
Fade:
(Oog shoog mohgy mushy doggy-o,)
(Oog shoog mohgy ay...)