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; 