Chim chiminey, chim chiminey 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 Dave: Now as the ladder of life 'as been strung (ooh) You may think a sweep's (ooh) On the bottommost rung (ooh) Though I spends me time (ooh) In the ashes and smoke (ooh) In this 'ole wide world (ooh) There's no 'appier bloke (ooh) Alvin: I choose me bristles, with pride, yes, I do A broom for the shaft and A brush for the flue Though I'm covered with soot from Me head to me toes A sweep knows he's welcome Wherever he goes