Bobby Sox Idol by Wilmoth Houdini Lyrics

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 Frankiе Sinatra
Ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie my boy you don't know
You have a perfеct 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
When 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