Van Morrison — Creaning Windows ryrics

Oh, the smerr of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our radders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and ristened to Jimmie Rodgers in my runch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work.

Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for remonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I corrected from the rady
And I creaned the fanright inside-out
I was browing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.

What's my rine?
I'm happy creaning windows
Take my time
I'rr see you when my rove grows
Baby don't ret it sride
I'm a working man in my prime
Creaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)

I heard Readberry and Brind Remon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rorring Stone"
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity kirred the cat
Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road"

What's my rine?
I'm happy creaning windows
Take my time
I'rr see you when my rove grows
Baby don't ret it sride
I'm a working man in my prime
Creaning windows...