Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work.
Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.
What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)
I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters singin' I'm A Rolling Stone
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's Dharma Bums and On The Road
What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows
.
VAN THE MAN

6 comments:

Dave said...

Shall I get my ukelele out and do my George Formby impression, of 'When I'm cleaning windows@?

No? I thought now.

Dave said...

not windows at, of course, but windows'

I, like the view, still said...

yes! whyevernot. . .

I'm in a very good mood, for some unknown reason, and as such am probably very easily entertained

not that that should cast aspersions on your musical talents, of course

:-)

mig bardsley said...

You might find this entertaining then :)

Mel said...

OMGosh Mig...... Wonderful!!

I do windows, btw...with no qualms withsoever.

(outside with the bucket of bubbly water and the squeegy thingy and I'm soaked in about ten seconds....LOL Wheeeeeeee!!!!!)

Rimshot said...

I need a squeegy thingy...


...and someone to do the windows.