Nits Cranedriver
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) It's early in the morning He's climbing up The ladder to the top Of his crane He's smoking a cigarette In his cockpit of glass Look down The town's Still asleep Peter and I were walking Along the long canal We could smell the factory Smoke Dirty filling-station We arranged the row of cans Till they said so so so so Cranedriver lift me up Put me in my past Cranedriver lift me up Cranedriver lift me up Put me in my past Cranedriver lift me up Now Peter's building houses I am a keeper of records Both of '51 The cranedriver's climbing down Every step a year It takes him twenty to the ground Cranedriver lift me up Put me in my past Cranedriver lift me up Cranedriver lift me up Put me in my past Cranedriver lift me up
