Oh, oh, oh

He stands in winter, he's striped and frozen
He is completely out of style
He got no hands, he got no feet
All mouth and teeth, but he don't smile

He's the magical old-timey bathing suit
That lives in the Himalayas
They call him Klimpaloon (Klimpaloon)

All the sherpas think that he's just a fool
Are you on a quest for a swimming pool?
Tell me, Klimpaloon (Klimpaloon)

Lives in the mountains (oh) , the frozen mountains (oh)
A land unfriendly and unmapped
He's so short-sleevey (oh) , more knit than weavy (oh)
His lips are really, really chapped

He's made out of wool, he's itchy to wear
He's got broad stripes and savoir-faire
He's out of place almost everywhere
Since 1883

He's a costume out of time
Both ridiculous and sublime
Seems innocuous, but I'm
Afraid he's scarin' me

He's the magical old-timey bathing suit
That lives in the Himalayas
They call him Klimpaloon (Klimpaloon)

If you're between Tibet and Nepal
And you're quiet, you can hear the call
Of Klimpaloon: (Klimpaloon)
Klimpaloon: Nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang!

Love Händel: He stands in winter!