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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