Rob Wa**erman - Cleaning Windows lyrics

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 [Chorus] What's my line? I'm happy cleaning 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 a hundred and thirty-six) [Solos] I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon On the street where I was born Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone" I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen Curiosity k**ed the cat Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road" [Chorus]