Chim Chim Cher-ee

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, Robin says Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Chiroo.

Who needs a Nelka when we've got canoe? I remember that.

The old Highbury song.

He needed to be a star.

And when you look at his first, you know, when he recorded Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cherie, for example, or the laughing gnome, is it? He wanted to be a star.

I think he grew up.

I think his narcissism was resolved.

You'll be like, yeah, Kumbaya, my lord.

And when you go to Millwall and they're singing Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Cheroo, We Ate Those Bastards in Claret and Blue, you're going to be fucking singing that when you go outside.

And that's in you from a kid.

Yeah.

Sure.

Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Chiree.

A sweepeth as lucky as lucky can be.

Chim Chiminey, Chim Chiminey, Chim Chim Chiroo.

Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you.

Or blow me a kiss.

Now as the ladder of life has been strung, you might think a sweep's on the bottom most rung.

Though ice bends me time in the ashes and smoke, in this old wide world there's no happy abloat.