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Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Everybody’s building 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
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
I like to go just like the west, I like my sugar sweet
But jumping queues and making haste
Just ain’t my cup of meat
Everyone’s beneath the trees feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
All the pigeons gonna run to him
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Let me do what I wanna do, I can’t decide at all
Just tell me where to put it
And I’ll tell you who to call
Nobody can get no sleep, there’s someone on everyone’s toes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody’s gonna want to doze
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn


Jajamen – även i The IT Crowd har de IKEA-lampor! Och papperskorgar från Wilkinsons 🙂

I don’t remember just how it started
I only know that we should have parted
I stole a kiss and then another
I didn’t mean to take it further
One mint julep was the cause of it all
The lights were burning low, there in the parlor
When through the kitchen door, up popped her father
He said, ”I saw you when you kissed my daughter
Better wed her right now or face a slaughter”
I didn’t know just what I was doin’
I had to marry or face ruin
A mint julep, a mint julep
A mint julep, a mint julep
One mint julep was the cause of it all
Now, I don’t want to bore you with my troubles
But from now on I’ll be thinkin’ double
I’m through with flirtin’ and drinkin’ whiskey
I got six extra children from a-gettin’ frisky
A mint julep, a mint julep
A mint julep, a mint julep
One mint julep was the cause of it all


