| Come on without, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
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| Come on without, yeah baby, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
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| Everybody’s building ships and boats
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| Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes
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| Everybody’s in despair, every girl and boy
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| But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody’s gonna jump for joy
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| Come on without, yeah baby, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
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| I like to go just like the rest
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| I like my sugar sweet
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| But jumping queues and making haste
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| Ain’t my cup of meat
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| Everyone’s beneath the trees
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| Feeding pigeons on the 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 on without, yeah baby, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
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| Come on without, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
|
| Come on without, come on within
|
| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
|
| Yeah, come on without, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
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| Come on without, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
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| Yeah, come on without, come on within
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| You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn |