Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street

With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers
In my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work

Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the V
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea (That´s right)
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint

What´s my line?

I´m happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I´ll see you when my love grows
Baby, don´t let it slide
I´m a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows
(Number thirty-six)

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born (Yeah)
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee
And Muddy Waters singin´ "I´m A Rolling Stone"
I went home
And read my Christmas Humphreys´ book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac´s "Dharma Bums" and "On the Road"

What´s my line?
I´m happy cleaning windows (Hey)
Take my time
I´ll see you when my love grows
Baby, don´t let it slide
I´m a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows
Say again
What´s my line?
I´m happy cleaning windows
Well, I take my time
I´ll see you when my love grows
Don´t let it slide
I´m a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows

Alright, cleanin´
What´d you say number

Number a-hundred and twenty-six
Alright, we´ll be ready tomorrow