Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, A sweet pez as lucky as lucky can be. Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, Good luck will rub off when I shake hands with you. Oh 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 bottom most rung. Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke, In this old white world there's no happier bloke. Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, A sweet pez as lucky as lucky can be. Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, Good luck will rub off when I shake hands with you. Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, A sweet pez as lucky as lucky can be. Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, Good luck will rub off when I shake hands with you. I choose me bristles with pride, yes I do, A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flue. Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled, Between pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world. When there's oddly no day, nor oddly no night, There's things half in shadow and half-way in light. On the rooftops of London, Cool, what a sight! Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheree, When you're with a sweep you're in glad company. Nowhere is there a more happier crew, Than them what sings Chim Chim Cheree, Chim Cheree. Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim, Chim Chim Cheree, Chim Chim Cheree. Chim Chim Chim Cheree, Chim Chim Chim Cheree.