grim chiminey
dim chiminey
damn hard to see
this job is as yucky
as yucky can be
grim chiminey
dim chiminey
can't find the flue
this soot just rubs off
and gets all over you

this ain't no labor of love...bite your tongue
i think that a sweep's on the bottommost rung
cause i spends me time breathin' ashes and smoke
i'm sick of this world...i'm unhappy and broke

all day i choke...me lungs battered and curled
all coated with tar...till i just wanna hurl
well, i'm workin' all day...and i'm sick half the night
i'm black as a shadow...my throat, burned and tight

i'm a big flop in london...ooh ! ...what a plight !

i loathe this business..i hates what i do
i'm gettin' the shaft...its a bad dream come true
now, i'm covered with filth from me head to me toes
and death would be welcome...my apathy grows

grim chiminey
dim chiminey
small is me fee
its tough to get by
when you're in poverty
grime in your hair
when its sweepin' ya do
my life sure stinks
chimineys sure do, too
oh those grim chimineys, so dim
they sure do stink, too