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Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose, yeah
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 burns
At the shop and broke for tea, watch out
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 cleanin' 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
Cleanin' windows
Number 36
I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born, yeah
Sonny Terry, Brownie Mcghee
And Muddy Waters singin' "I'm a rollin' stone"
I went home
And read my Christmas Humphrey's book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's "Dharma bums" and "On the road"
What's my line?
I'm happy cleanin' windows, yes
Take my time
I'll se you when my love grows
Baby, don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleanin' windows
Take it
What's my line?
I'm happy cleanin' windows
Well, 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
Cleanin' windows
Alright, cleanin' windows
What you say, number?
Number 126
Alright, we'll be ready tomorrow
I'm cleanin' windows
All happy cleanin' windows, alright
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