Best Song Ever...
I May Be a Tiny Chimney Sweep (But I've Got an Enormous Broom)
Oohhhhhhh,
The chimneys were dirty at Mrs. McFry's
And I'll grant they were worse down at Molly O'Clue's
But the chimney sweep said, with a gleam in his eye
"I've got a great tool here for *pause*
Cleeeeeaning the fluuuuuues..."
"For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
Bum bum bum ba dum!
Oohhhhhh,
A chimney sweep's job can be boring and dirty,
A chimney sweep ain't drawn the best lot in life
But who else could manage, without getting flirty,
To clean out the smokestack on the mayor's young wife?
Who else but the tiny chimney sweep
With his tiny grimy face?
For he's carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep
Won't you let him up, up, up your fireplace?
Ooohhhhhhh
"My boy," said the mother, "You're smart as a whip,
But don't be a lawyer or doctor, my son;
Take the job of your father, that worthy young rip,
For the chimney sweep's job is a sight more fun!"
"For he might ha' been a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But he carried a broom that near made me weep
So I let him up, up, up me fireplace!"
Ohhhhhhh....
I met a young lady in Lower-South-Waine
And I asked why the roofs there were covered in grime
"Is your chimneysweep ill?" but she laughed and explained
*in a high falsetto* "He never cleans chimneys, but his service? Sublime!"
For he may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But he's carrying a broom that makes the whole town weep
So we let him up, up, up the fireplace!"
OooOooooOOoohhh,
Said the young maiden fair to the chimney sweep bold,
"The clogged chimney's making it warm in the room!"
But the chimney sweep grinned, showing teeth made of gold,
And said "That ain't the clogging, dear, that's just me broom!"
"For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
OooooooOh,
Our sweep tied the knot on a fair April day,
His wedding, 'tis true, was the best of our lives--
A child nearly drowned when they tossed the bouquet--
There were sixty-nine priests there, and seventy wives!
For he might ha' been a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But he carried a broom that made all the girls weep,
So they let him up, up, up the fireplace!
Oooooooh,
"I've grown old," sighed the sweep, "and my wits have got loose,
I can scarce tell me da from me poor younger brother.
But at least for the wife I've got one great excuse,
For at my age, I can't tell one bed from another!"
"For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
Oooooooohhhh,
'Twas a tragical day, when our sweep passed away
(He fell down a chimney and busted his head)
And the ladies of our town all wept with dismay
Until walking to the coffin, a blueeyed urchin said:
"Since I was a lad, this man trained me to sweep
A good man, a kind man, as you'll all agree
But I'm telling you now, my dear friends, please don't weep,
For his trade will be continued, girls--he left his broom to me!"
For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
Oohhhhhhhh,
So raise up your glasses, yes, raise high your drinks,
I'll buy you a round and we'll drink it down deep
Let's have us a toast 'fore we catch forty winks,
May we all be as lucky as our little chimney sweep!
-My first class was cancelled, went to my easiest class of the semester- Fairytales- and then my last class professor was out, so the 8 of us from my class and we learned Pirate songs for 20 minutes, then left. Good day
Oohhhhhhh,
The chimneys were dirty at Mrs. McFry's
And I'll grant they were worse down at Molly O'Clue's
But the chimney sweep said, with a gleam in his eye
"I've got a great tool here for *pause*
Cleeeeeaning the fluuuuuues..."
"For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
Bum bum bum ba dum!
Oohhhhhh,
A chimney sweep's job can be boring and dirty,
A chimney sweep ain't drawn the best lot in life
But who else could manage, without getting flirty,
To clean out the smokestack on the mayor's young wife?
Who else but the tiny chimney sweep
With his tiny grimy face?
For he's carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep
Won't you let him up, up, up your fireplace?
Ooohhhhhhh
"My boy," said the mother, "You're smart as a whip,
But don't be a lawyer or doctor, my son;
Take the job of your father, that worthy young rip,
For the chimney sweep's job is a sight more fun!"
"For he might ha' been a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But he carried a broom that near made me weep
So I let him up, up, up me fireplace!"
Ohhhhhhh....
I met a young lady in Lower-South-Waine
And I asked why the roofs there were covered in grime
"Is your chimneysweep ill?" but she laughed and explained
*in a high falsetto* "He never cleans chimneys, but his service? Sublime!"
For he may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But he's carrying a broom that makes the whole town weep
So we let him up, up, up the fireplace!"
OooOooooOOoohhh,
Said the young maiden fair to the chimney sweep bold,
"The clogged chimney's making it warm in the room!"
But the chimney sweep grinned, showing teeth made of gold,
And said "That ain't the clogging, dear, that's just me broom!"
"For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
OooooooOh,
Our sweep tied the knot on a fair April day,
His wedding, 'tis true, was the best of our lives--
A child nearly drowned when they tossed the bouquet--
There were sixty-nine priests there, and seventy wives!
For he might ha' been a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But he carried a broom that made all the girls weep,
So they let him up, up, up the fireplace!
Oooooooh,
"I've grown old," sighed the sweep, "and my wits have got loose,
I can scarce tell me da from me poor younger brother.
But at least for the wife I've got one great excuse,
For at my age, I can't tell one bed from another!"
"For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
Oooooooohhhh,
'Twas a tragical day, when our sweep passed away
(He fell down a chimney and busted his head)
And the ladies of our town all wept with dismay
Until walking to the coffin, a blueeyed urchin said:
"Since I was a lad, this man trained me to sweep
A good man, a kind man, as you'll all agree
But I'm telling you now, my dear friends, please don't weep,
For his trade will be continued, girls--he left his broom to me!"
For I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I'm carrying a broom that makes strong girls weep,
Won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?"
Oohhhhhhhh,
So raise up your glasses, yes, raise high your drinks,
I'll buy you a round and we'll drink it down deep
Let's have us a toast 'fore we catch forty winks,
May we all be as lucky as our little chimney sweep!
-My first class was cancelled, went to my easiest class of the semester- Fairytales- and then my last class professor was out, so the 8 of us from my class and we learned Pirate songs for 20 minutes, then left. Good day