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