I can get it in, but Sip keeps coming in on top of me.
Oh, you want to play it.
Anyway, somebody play it.
Willie, you play it.
You can play it, too.
I will sound a little better.
Yeah, yeah.
Okay, rolling.
Okay.
One.
I don't want to make anybody mad.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.

One more time.
I wouldn't wanna be a chimney sweep All black from head to foot
From climbing in them chimneys And cleaning out that soot
With a broom and ladder impaled The darkened walls I scale
And far and high I see a patch of sky
I'd rather be the gypsy Who's camped at the edge of town
The one who has the dancing bear That follows him around
And he lifts his big foot up He puts his big foot down
And bows and twirls And dances round and round
I found I was a cabin boy Last night as I did dream
Bound upon a magic ship For a land I'd never seen
And the moon she filled our sails And the stars they steered our course
And on our bow There was a golden war
The queen's food and candy The bishop nuts and trees
And when I am a grown man I'll taste just what I please
The honey from the bee The shellfish from the sea
The earth, the wind, a girl, someone To share these things with me
I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep I'd rather be the gypsy
Who's camped at the edge of town And climbing in them chimneys
And cleaning out that soot I'd rather be the gypsy
Who's camped at the edge of town
And climbing in them chimneys
Climbing in them chimneys
For a land I'd never seen
I never really finished that song, you know? I started writing it years ago, you know?
Just years ago. I worked on that song for a couple of years.
Never was happy with the ending of it, you know? It's too bad.