Bobby Vinton — Chim Chim Cher-ee

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