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

Whats my line

Im happy cleaning windows

Take my time

Ill see you when my love grows

Baby dont let it slide

Im a working man in my prime

Cleaning windows （number a hundred and thirty-six）

I heard leadbelly and blind lemon

On the street where I was born

Sonny terry brownie mcghee

Muddy waters singin Im a rolling stone

I went home and read my christmas humphreys book on zen

Curiosity killed the cat

Kerouacs dharma bums and on the road

Whats my line

Im happy cleaning windows

Take my time

Ill see you when my love grows

Baby dont let it slide

Im a working man in my prime

Cleaning windows Whats my line Im happy cleaning windows Take my time Ill see you when my love grows dont let it slide Im a working man in my prime Cleaning windows