Fats Waller - 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, yeah!)

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', providi' 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.
(scat, yes, ooh yes yes!)