Chim Chim Cher-ee - Bobby Vinton

Chim chiminey

Chim chiminey

Chim chim cher-ee

A sweep is as lucky

As lucky can be

Chim chiminey

Chim chiminey

Chim chim cher-oo

Good luck will rub off when

I shake hands with you

Or blow me a kiss

And that’s lucky too

Now as the ladder of life

Has been strung

You may think a sweep’s

On the bottommost rung

Though I spends me time

In the ashes and smoke

In this whole wide world

There’s no happier bloke

Chim chiminey

Chim chiminey

Chim chim cher-oo

Good luck will rub off when

I shake hands with you

Or blow me a kiss

And that’s lucky too

I choose me bristles with pride

Yes, I do

A broom for the shaft

And a brush for the flume

Though I’m covered with soot

From me head to me toes

A sweep knows he’s welcome

Wherever he goes

Up where the smoke is

All billered and curled

'Tween pavement and stars

Is the chimney sweep world

When there’s hardly no day

Nor hardly no night

There’s things half in shadow

And halfway in light

On the rooftops of London

Oh, what a sight

Nowhere is there

A more happier crew

Than them what sings

«Chim chim cher-ee

Chim cher-oo!»

Chim chiminey

Chim chim cher-ee

Chim cher-oo