I am singing you
this story 
Of a great man of the cloth. 
His name was Kakalegian 
And he worked for Irving Roth. 
He died while cutting velvet 
On a hot July the fourth, 
But his cloth goes shining on! 

Chorus: 
Harry, Harry Kakalegian
Harry, Harry Kakalegian 
Harry, Harry Kakalegian 
His cloth keeps 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 
That the Union could afford. 
But his cloth goes shining on! 
Well, Kakalegian perished 
As he stood by his machine. 
And when the firemen broke in, 
Well, they found him in between 
A pile of roasted dacorns 
And some french fried gaberdine. 
But his cloth goes shining on!