A Porter's Love Song to a Chambermaid Lyrics

Though my position is of no degree
And all the others may look down on me
I′ll go smiling through
That's if I have you

I am the happiest of troubadours
Thinking of you, baby, while I′m massaging those floors
In my leisure time
I made up this rhyme

I will be the oil mop
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
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

I will be the dustpan
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
Mmm, wouldn′t that be fine?

I will be the dishpan
Providin', providin' you′ll be the perfect dish
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