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Window cleaning parody songs

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Da da da da another customer bites the dust

Another 1 gone another 1 dead another one bites the dust

Hey she never payed her bill , now the ***** is dead

 
I fell In to a bucket of pure water

I went down down down

As the ppm got higher

And its wet wet wet

The bucket of pure water

The bucket of pure water

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Windooow cleaner, windooow cleaner

windooow cleaner n his bashed in vaaaannn

The custy is cryyinnng

Cos his cat is dyinnnng

The water Fed polller will never be baack agaaain.

Clue- kids program, based on my wife's song.

 
Windooow cleaner, windooow cleanerwindooow cleaner n his bashed in vaaaannn

The custy is cryyinnng

Cos his cat is dyinnnng

The water Fed polller will never be baack agaaain.

Clue- kids program, based on my wife's song.
Aha the great postman pat!!!

 
A windies tribute to his wfp:

to the Peter Sarstedt song "Where Do You Go to My Lovely"

(If your as old as me you will know this one, younger members will have to look on you tube to get the gist)

I call you Irlene my stick

you perform like a gee gee on air

Your brushes are all made by gardeners

And there's some with real boar hair, yes there are

You live in the van

parked at the end of my drive

Where you are hooked to the hose reel

And a friend of Slasha de scraper, yes you are

But where do you go to, my lovely

When you're alone in the van

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your recommendations

You got from the forum

And with your flow control

Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you're put to work

You do it with ease

With your carefully designed super-lite fitted

You get an even clean, on the glass, on the frame and on the sills

And when the snow falls and the weather is sh!t,

we're found just sat at home

I am sipping brandy

But you never get your brush wet, no, you don't

But where do you go to, my lovely

When you're alone in the van?

Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?

I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name is heard in high places

You know the Sir Alex G

He sent you a wooly hat for Christmas

And you wear it just for fun, for a laugh, ha ha, ha ha

They say that when you are retired

you will of made me a millionaire

But they don't realize what we've been through

And I wonder if they really care or give a damn

Where do you go, to my lovely

When you're alone in the van?

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember cleaning the back of Mabel's

Two other windies watching on with their ladders

Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off their old scrim rags

I know where you go to, my lovely

When you're alone in the van

I know the thoughts that surround you

'Cause I can look inside your head

 
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