A Porter's Love Song (To A Chambermaid)

Though my position's considered low degree

Some fellow travelers may look down on me

I'll go smiling through

Long as I have you

I am the happiest of troubadours

Thinking of you while I'm massaging floors

In my leisure time

I made up this rhyme

I will be your oil mop, you could be the oil

So we both could mingle every time we toil

I would be your dustpan, if you could be my broom

We could work together all around the room

And Daddy, I would be your shoe brush, if you would be my shoe

Then I could keep you bright, dear, shining just like new

I would be your razor, if you would be my blade

That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid

I would be your washboard, you could be my tub

Think of all the Mondays we could rub-a-dub

I could be your clothes pin, you could be my line

We could hang together, now wouldn't that be fine?

I, I could be your dishpan, you could be my perfect dish

And we'll meet after meals there, what else can you wish?

I would be your window, baby, if you'd be my window shade

That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid

That's a porter's love song from his ever-loving chambermaid