’m the only gay Eskimo
I’m the only one I know
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
I go out seal hunting with my best friend Tarka
But all I want to do is get into his parka
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
Well,
Me and Muck-Luck-Chuck-Buck
We both like blubber
But me I’ve got this crazy fetish for rubber
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
I make a wish on the northern lights
That I can find a decent pair of whale skin tights
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
And the seals, they sing now
(Seal noises)
These cold winter nights
Are taking their toll
I even get it excited when I see the North Pole
(See the North Pole)
I’m the only gay Eskimo
(only gay Eskimo)
I’m the only one I know
(I’m the only one I know)
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
And now like The Proclaimers would sing it:
I’m the only gay Eskimo
I’m the only one I know
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
Like Bob Dylan!
I’m the only gay Eskimo
I’m the only one I know
I’m the only gay Eskimo
Like Ric Ocasek from the Cars!
I’m the only gay Eskimo
Oh ah oh ah oh
The only one I know
I’m the only gay Eskimo
She used to me mi-i-i-i-ine
Like Oasis!
I’m the only gay Eskimo
(noises)
Like Van Morison:
I’m the only gay Eskimo
I have seen it caught on the street (garble..)
Ah
Jesus Christ fits in there somehow as well
And the crack was good!
Well I’m the only gay Eskimo
(only gay Eskimo)
I’m the only one I know
(I’m the only one I know)
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tri-I-I-ibe
