Cleaning Windows

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 thirty-six

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon on the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGee, 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

What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows
Will I take my time? I'll see you when my love grows
Don't let it slide, I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows