The lodging house I live in - it drives me off my dot The landlady there she's very nice, but a smokey flue she's got. This morning she came up to me as I was coming down And she said 'Mister, can you sweep my flue?' I said 'I'm off to town. But I'll be up your way next week, I'll be up your way next week. I've just swept out another woman's flue and my brush is bent and it won't suit you. I always like to do the job as well as any sweep You'll be singing like a thrush when I get my second brush - I'll be up your way next week'