Last winter blew so cold no lies And my fire smoke would not rise Soon as the smoke would tried to depart It'd be froze up harder than a landlord's heart I called up the police yes and they came around Three days later and very brought down Sergeant he gave me this hysterical croak says "What do you think you have going here, some kind of joke?" Of course I wasn't laughing He says, "You're causing us officers so much grief Why don't you give us some relief? Why don't you call the fire brigade? Or maybe why don't you try shovelling The smoke up the chimney with a spade" I borrowed a spade from the woman next door And I broke up the smoke that remained on the floor I was shovelling away 'Till the closing day singing a smoke-shovelling song After working so hard I went out to my yard And I looked up to my chimney so long There was nothing to see there Just a thousand foot high, way into the sky Was a pillar of smoke full of song There was an airplane stuck in it But I didn't notice at first It was so cunningly disguised as a dragon Come the summer at last, though it was rainy and fast The pillar it melted away Now the airplane fell with a big smoky smell And echoing around all over the town Was the words of the smoke shovelling song Any anyone telling a bigger story Would have to be telling a lie And anyone think a bigger one up Have to be very high