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QUINN, THE ESKIMO
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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.
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QUINN, THE ESKIMO
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| Bob Dylan |
