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Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob |
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For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job |
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Now it's a job that just suits me |
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A window cleaner you would be |
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If you can see what I can see |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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Honeymoonin' couples too |
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You should see them bill 'n coo |
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You'd be surprised at things they do |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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In my profession I'll work hard |
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But I'll never stop |
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I'll climb this blinkin' ladder |
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Till I get right to the top |
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The blushin' bride, she looks divine |
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The bridegroom he is doin' fine |
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I'd rather have his job than mine |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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The chambermaids' sweet names I call |
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It's a wonder I don't fall |
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My mind's not on my work at all |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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I know a fella, such a swell |
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He has a thirst, that's plain to tell |
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I've seen him drink his bath as well |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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Oh, in my profession I'll work hard |
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But I'll never stop |
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I'll climb this blinkin' ladder |
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Till I get right to the top |
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Pyjamas lyin' side by side |
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Ladies nighties I have spied |
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I've often seen what goes inside |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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------ banjo ------ |
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Now there's a famous talkie queen |
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She looks a flapper on the screen |
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She's more like eightie than eighteen |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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She pulls her hair all down behind |
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Then pulls down her... never mind |
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And after that pulls down the blind |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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In my profession I'll work hard |
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But I'll never stop |
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I'll climb this blinkin' ladder |
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Till I get right to the top |
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An old maid walks around the floor |
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She's so fed up, one day I'm sure |
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She'll drag me in and lock the door |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
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When I'm cleanin' windows |
