A Porter’s Love Song (To A Chambermaid) - Catherine Russell/Sean Mason

Lyrics by：James P. Johnson/Andy Razaf

Composed by：Andy Razaf

Arranged by：Katherine Miller/Catherine Russell/Paul Kahn

Though my position's considered low degree

Some fellow travelers may look down on me

I'll go smiling through

Long as I have you

I am the happiest of troubadours

Thinking of you while I'm massaging floors

In my leisure time

I made up this rhyme

I will be the oil mop you could be the oil

So we both could mingle every time we toil

I would be your dustpan if you could be my broom

We could work together all around the room

And day

I would be your shoe brush if you would be my shoe

Then I could keep you bright dear shining just like new

I would be your razor if you would be my blade

That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid

I would be your washboard you could be my tub

Think of all the Mondays we could rub-a-dub

I could be your clothes pin you could be my line

We could hang together wouldn't that be fine

I could be your dishpan you could be my perfect dish

We could meet after meals there

What else can you wish

I would be your window baby

If you'd be my window shade

That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid

That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid