Cleaning Windows
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
Limpando Janelas
Oh, o cheiro da padaria do outro lado da rua
Entrou no meu nariz
Enquanto carregávamos nossas escadas pela rua
Com as fileiras de portões de ferro forjado
Fui pra casa e ouvi Jimmie Rodgers no meu intervalo
Comprei cinco Woodbines na loja da esquina
E voltei direto pro trabalho.
Oh, o Sam estava lá em cima
E eu estava embaixo com o v
Fomos tomar limonada e comer Paris buns
Na loja e fizemos uma pausa pro chá
Eu coletei da moça
E limpei a claraboia de dentro pra fora
Eu estava tocando saxofone no fim de semana
Naquele barzão.
Qual é a minha?
Estou feliz limpando janelas
Levo meu tempo
Te vejo quando meu amor crescer
Querida, não deixa passar
Sou um trabalhador no meu auge
Limpando janelas (número cento e trinta e seis)
Eu ouvi Leadbelly e Blind Lemon
Na rua onde nasci
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters cantando I'm A Rolling Stone
Fui pra casa e li meu livro de Natal do Humphreys sobre Zen
A curiosidade matou o gato
Os Dharma Bums do Kerouac e On The Road
Qual é a minha?
Estou feliz limpando janelas
Levo meu tempo
Te vejo quando meu amor crescer
Querida, não deixa passar
Sou um trabalhador no meu auge
Limpando janelas