Chim Chim Cheree - Ray Conniff
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!
A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be.
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheroo!
Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you,
Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too.
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh!
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh!
Now, as the ladder of life 'as been strung,
You may think a sweep's on the bottom most rung.
Though we spend this time in the ashes and smoke,
In this 'ole wide world there's no 'appier bloke.
I choose me bristles with pride, yes, I do:
A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flue.
Though I'm cov-ered with soot from me 'ead to me toes,
A sweep knows 'e's welcome wherever 'e goes.
A sweep knows 'e's welcome wherever 'e goes.
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
Up where the smoke is all billered and curled,
'Tween pave-ment and stars, is the chimney sweep world.
When there's 'ard-ly no day nor there´s 'ardly no night,
There's things 'alf in shadow and 'alfway in light,
On the rooftops of London, coo, what a sight!
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!
When you're with a sweep you're in glad company.
No-where is there a more 'appier crew
Than them wot sings, "Chim chim cheree, chim cheroo!"
"Chim chiminey chim chim, cheree, chim cheroo!"
Oooh-oooh
Chap chap, cheroo!
