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. 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 a hundred and thirty-six). I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon. On the street where I was born. Sonny Terry Brownie McGhee. 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. 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....