A Porter's Love Song To A Chambermaid

Though my position is of low degree

And all the others they look down on me

I'll go smiling through

That's if I have you

I am the happiest of troubadours

Thinkin' of you baby while I'm massaging those floors

At my leisure time

I made up this rhyme

I will be the oil mug

If you'll be the oil

Then we both could mingle

Every time we toil

I will be the washboard

If you'll be the tub

Think of all the Mondays

We can rub-a-dub

I will be your shoe brush
If you'll be my shoe

Then I'll keep you bright dear

Still feeling good as new
If you'll be my razor

I will be your blade

That's a porter's love song

To a chambermaid

Swing it Jason swing it swing it swing it son

Oh toot it Paulie toot it repeat toot it repeat toot it

I will be the dust pan

If you'll be the broom

We can work together baby

All around the room

I will be your clothes pin

Be my pulley line

We'll hang out together mm-mm
Wouldn' t that be fine

Now listen

I will be the dish pan
Providin' providin' you be the perfect dish mmmm
And we'll meet after meals dear

What more could you wish
I will be your window

If you'll be my window shade

That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid