Louis Armstrong Follow

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-oo
Good luck will rub off when
I shake 'ands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that's lucky too

Now as the ladder of life
'As been strung
You may think a sweeps
On the bottommost rung

Though I spends me time
In the ashes and smoke
In this 'ole wide world
There's no 'appier bloke

Up where the smoke is
All billered and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world

When the's 'ardly no day
Nor 'ardly no night

And 'alf way in light
On the roof tops of London
Coo, what a sight

I choose me bristles with pride
Yes, I do
A broom for the shaft
And a broom for the flume

Though I'm covered with soot
From me 'ead to me toes
A sweep knows 'e's welcome
Wherever 'e goes

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
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, cher-ee
Chim, cher-oo"

On the chim chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee
Chim, cher-oo

Chim, chimney
Chim, chimney
Chim, chim, cher-ee