Bert: Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-ee! A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-oo! Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you
Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too
Now, as the ladder of life 'as been strung You might think a sweep's on the bottommost rung Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke In this 'ole wide world there's no 'appier bloke
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-ee! A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-oo! Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you
All: Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-ee! A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-oo! Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you
Bert: I choose me bristles with pride, yes, I do A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flute Up where the smoke is all billered and curled 'Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world 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 Chim chim cher-ee! When you're with a sweep you're in glad company Nowhere is there a more 'appier crew Than them wot sings, "Chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!" On the Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!