Текст песни «Allan Sherman - Harry Lewis»

I'm here to tell the story
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth.
He died while cutting velvet
On a hot July the Fawth
HIS CLOTH GOES SHINING ON!


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Oh Harry Lewis perished in the
Service of his Lord
He was trampling though the warehouse
Where the drapes of Roth were stored
He had the finest funeral
The union could afford
HIS CLOTH GOES SHINING ON!

[Refrain]

Although a fire was raging
Harry stood by his machine
And when the Firemen broke in
They discovered him between
A pile of roasted Dacron
And some french-fried Gaberdine
HIS CLOTH GOES SHINING ON!