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 rows
I went home and listened to Jimmy 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.

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
Cleaning windows (number thirty-six).

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters sing I´m a Rolling Stone
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys´ book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac´s Dharma Bums and On The Road.

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
Cleaning windows...