| | | B | F# | B | | | | Come all without, | come all with | in |
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| | | F# | E | B | | | You’ll not see n | othing like the | Mighty | Quinn |
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| | | B | F# | B | | | | Come all without, | come all with | in |
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| | | F# | E | B | | | You’ll not see n | othing like the | Mighty | Quinn |
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| B | E | B | E | | Ev’rybody’s | building | ships and | boats |
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| B | E | B | E | | Some are building | monuments, o | thers jotting down | notes. |
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| B | E | B | E | | Ev’rybody’s | in despair, e | v’ry girl and | boy |
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| B | F# | | But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, |
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| E | B | | Ev’ryb | ody’s gonna jump for | joy. |
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| B | E | B | E | | I | like to go just | like the rest, I | like my sugar | sweet |
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| B | E | B | E | | But | jumping queues and | making haste, just | ain’t my cup of | meat. |
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| B | E | B | E | | Ev’ryone’s b | eneath the trees, feeding p | igeons on a l | imb |
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| B | F# | | But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, |
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| E | B | | All the | pigeons gonna rum to | him. |
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| B | E | B | E | | Let me do what I | wanna do, I | can recite ’em | all |
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| B | E | B | E | | Just t | ell me where it | hurts and I’ll | tell you who to | call. |
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| B | E | B | E | | Nobody can g | et no sleep, there’s | someone on ev’ryones | toes. |
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| B | F# | | But when | Quinn the Eskimo | gets here, |
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| E | B | | Ev’ryb | ody’s gonna wanna | doze. |
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