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Though my position is of low-degree
And all the others look down on me.
I’ll go smiling through
That’s if I have you.

I am the happiest of troubadours,
Thinking of your baby while I’m massaging those floors.
At my leisure time,
I made up this rhyme.

I’ll be the oil-mop
If you’ll be the oil.
Then we both could mingle
Everytime 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 shoebrush
If you’ll be my shoe.
Then I’ll keep you bright there,
Feeling as good as new.

If you’ll be my razor,
I will be your blade.
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid.

[Will you toot it?!]

I will be the dust pan,
If you'll be the broom.
We could work together, baby
All around the room.

I will be your clothes pin.
Be my pulley line.
We'll hang out together,
Mmm, wouldn't that be fine?

[Ĥey, listen] I will be your dish pan,
Provided you’ll be the perfect dish.
We'll meet after meals, dear.
What more could you wish?

I will be your window,
If you’d be my window shade.
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid.

Thomas Fats Waller, Andy Razaf