Testo Cranedriver

It's early in the morningHe's climbing upThe ladder to the topOf his craneHe's smoking a cigaretteIn his cockpit of glassLook downThe town'sStill asleepPeter and I were walkingAlong the long canalWe could smell the factorySmokeDirty filling-stationWe arranged the row of cansTill they said so so so soCranedriver lift me upPut me in my pastCrnaedriver lift me upCranedriver lift me upPut me in my pastCranedriver lift me upNow Peter's building housesI am a keeper of recordsBoth of '51The cranedriver's climbing downEvery step a yearIt takes him twenty to the groundCranedriver lift me upPut me in my pastCranedriver lift me upCranedriver lift me upPut me in my pastCranedriver lift me up