Chim Chim Cher-ee • March Over the Rooftops

Chim chimeny
Chim chimeny
Chim chim cher-ee
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be
Chim chimeny
Chim chimeny
Chim chim cher-oo
Good luck will rub off
When I shake hands with you
A blow me a kiss
And thats lucky too
Now as the letter has life been strung
You might think of sweets on
The bottoms most rung
Though I spends me time in the ashes
And smoke in this whole world there
Is no happier