| 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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| 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 |