Harry Kackalegian

I will tell you of a story of a great man of the cloth,
His name is Kackalegian and he worked for Irving Roth,
He died while cutting velvet on a hot July the fourth,
But his cloth goes shining on.

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Harry, Harry Kackalegian,
Harry, Harry Kackalegian,
Harry, Harry Kackalegian,
His cloth goes shining on.

He died while in the service of his lord,
He was trampling through the warehouse where the drapes of Roth are stored
He got the finest funeral the union could afford,
But his cloth goes shining on.

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Well, Kackalegian perished as he stood by his machine,
And when the firemen broke in, well, they found him in between
A pile of roasted Dacron and some French-fried Gaberdine
But his cloth goes shining on.

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