| Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
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| Chim chim cher-ee!
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| A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be
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| Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
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| Chim chim cher-oo!
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
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| Or blow me a kiss and that’s lucky too
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| Chim chim chim-in-ey, chim chim chim-in-ey
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| Now, as the ladder of life has been strung
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| You may think a sweep’s on the bottommost rung
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| Though I spend my time in the ashes and that hm-hmm
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| In this whole wide world there’s no happier cat
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| Chim chim chim-in-ey, chim chim chim-in-ey
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| I choose me bristles with pride, yes, I do
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| A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flute
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| Though I’m covered in soot from my head to my toe
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| A sweep knows he’s welcome where’er he goes
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| Chim chim chim chim-in-ey, chim chim chim chim-in-ey
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| Chim chim chim chim-in-ey, chim chim chim chim-in-ey
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| Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
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| Chim chim cher-ee!
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| 'en you’re with a sweep, you’re in good com’any
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| Nowhere there’s a more happy crew
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| Than them that sings chim cham chim cher-oo
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| Chim-in-ey chim-ee cher-oo chim-cher-ee! |