| This is a story, tell it quick as I can
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| A week ago, I met a stumbler man
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| He stumbled up, he said, «All I wanna know
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| How far the hratche-plche Kaiser Rolls»
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| I begged his pardon, should have turned and ran
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| So hard talking to a stumbler man
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| He stumbled over, and over again
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| «The Kaiser hratche Rolls since time began»
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| I raised my finger from the center of my hand
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| Tried to wave farewell to the stumbler man
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| He slobbered 'n puked (PUGH!) in a garbage can
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| «The Kaiser hratche Rollin' might raise some sand»
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| Pushed him aside as he was slowin' my plan
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| So hard to understand a real stumbler man
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| Some stuff from his nose, crawled over his clothes, he said
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| «Nobody ever tells me which way he goes»
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| Kaiser rolls 'n rolls 'n rolls
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| Kaiser rolls, and Kaiser rolls
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| Surprise to me they ain’t catched him yet
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| HOW’S ABOUT A DOLLAR FOR SOME CIGARETTE? |