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(Bob Dylan) |
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Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, |
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Some are building monuments, |
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Others, jotting down notes, |
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Ev'rybody's in despair, |
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Ev'ry girl and boy |
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But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, |
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Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy. |
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Come all without, come all within, |
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You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. |
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I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet, |
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But guarding fumes and making haste, |
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It ain't my cup of meat. |
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Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees, |
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Feeding pigeons on a limb |
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But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, |
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All the pigeons gonna run to him. |
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Come all without, come all within, |
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You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. |
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A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all, |
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Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey, |
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And I'll tell you who to call. |
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Nobody can get no sleep, |
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There's someone on ev'ryone's toes |
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But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, |
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Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze. |
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Come all without, come all within, |
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You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn |