I choose my bristles with pride
Nowhere is there a more happier crew
“Chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!”
I choose my bristles with pride
Nowhere is there a more happier crew
“Chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!”
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too
Now, as the ladder of life 'as been strung
I choose me bristles with pride, yes I do
Up where the smoke is all billered and curled
When there's 'ardly no day nor 'ardly no night
There's things 'alf in shadow and 'alfway in light
On the rooftops of London coo, what a sight!
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
When you're with a sweep you're in glad company
Nowhere is there a more 'appier crew
“Chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!”