Everybody's building the big ships and boats
Some are building monuments
Others jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair
Every girl and boy
But when quinn the eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy [bad word] all [bad word] all within
You'll not see nothing like the mighty quinn

I like to do just like the rest,
I like my sugar sweet

But guarding fumes and making haste
It ain't my cup of meat
Everybody's neath the trees
Feeding pigeons on a limb

But when quinn the eskimo gets here
All the pigeons [bad word] to him.