Mr. Kluger

Mr. Kluger, an inventor, a smart fat man
My brother knows him very well
Practice at the gym club every second day
And to the Russian girls he pays

And the rainbow in the sky
Is sending kisses to all the stars in space
And she’s really getting angry
If one of them is found dead

Mr. Kluger went to work at the judge’s house
I was lying on the floor
With his magic dryer wetness all had gone
And crazy laughter through the door

Mr. Kluger an inventor a smart sad man
Invented a magic salt-cellar
Still he goes on inventing
If he could just get it right, he might he might

Mr. Kluger cries
Mr. Kluger cries

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