Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled,
Between pavement and stars, lies the chimney sweeps world.
Where there's hardly no day, and hardly no night,
Just things half in shadows, and half ways in light.
On the rooftops of London, Coo, what a sight.
Chim-chimney, chim-chimney, chim-chim cheree,
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be!
Chim-chimney, chim-chimney, chim-chim cheroo,
Good luck will rub off when I shake hands with you.
Or blow me a kiss, 'cuz that's lucky too!
Now that the ladder of life has been strung,
you might think a sweep's on the bottom most rung.
Though I spend my time in ashes and smoke,
In this whole wide world there's no happier bloke.
Chim-chimney, chim-chimney, chim-chim cheree,
When you're with a sweep you're in glad company.
'Cuz nowhere is there a more happier crew,
than them what sings: Chim-cheree, Chim-Cheroo.
Chim-chimney, chim-chimney, chim-chim cheree,
When you're with a sweep you're in glad company.
Nowhere is there a more happier crew,
than them that sings: Chim-cheree, Chim-Cheroo.
Chim-chimney, bird-bird, cheree chim cheroo!

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