A Porter's Love Song to a Chambermaid

Though my position is of low degree
And all the others they look down on me
I'll go smiling through
That's if I have you
I am the happiest of troubadours
Thinkin' of you baby while I'm massaging those floors
At my leisure time
I made up this rhyme
I will be the oil mug
If you'll be the oil
Then we both could mingle
Every time we toil
I will be the washboard
If you'll be the tub
Think of all the Mondays
We can rub-a-dub
I will be your shoe brush
If you'll be my shoe
Then I'll keep you bright dear
Still feeling good as new
If you'll be my razor
I will be your blade
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid
Swing it Jason swing it swing it swing it son
Oh toot it Paulie toot it repeat toot it repeat toot it
I will be the dust pan
If you'll be the broom
We can work together baby
All around the room
I will be your clothes pin
Be my pulley line
We'll hang out together mm-mm
Wouldn't that be fine
Now listen
I will be the dish pan
Providin' providin' you be the perfect dish mmmm
And we'll meet after meals dear
What more could you wish
I will be your window
If you'll be my window shade
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid