I wouldn't wanna be a chimney sweepAll black from head to footFrom climbing in them chimneysAnd cleanin' out that soot
With a broom, and ladder, and pailThe darkened walls I scaleAnd far and highI see a patch of sky
I'd rather be the gypsyWho's camped at the edge of townThe one who has the dancing bearThat follows him around
And he lifts his big foot upHe puts his big foot downAnd bows, and twirlsAnd dances 'round and 'round
I found I was a cabin boyLast night as I did dreamBound upon a magic shipFor a land I'd never seen
And the moon, she filled our sailsAnd the stars they steered out courseAnd on our bowThere was a golden horse
The queen eats fruit and candyThe bishop, nuts and cheeseAnd when I am a grown manI'll taste just what I please
The honey from the beeThe shellfish from the seaThe earth, the wind, a girlSomeone to share these things with me
I wouldn't wanna be a chimney sweep (I'd rather be the gypsy)All black from head to foot (camped at the edge of town)From climbing in them chimneys (the one who has the dancing bear)And cleanin' out that soot (that follows him around)
I'd rather be the gypsy (I wouldn't wanna be a chimney sweep)Camped at the edge of town (all black from head to foot)The one who has the dancing bear (from climbing in them chimneys)And cleanin' out that soot