Avoiding all the messy parts;
However dirty you may get
We'll keep the White Spat spotless yet.
At night there shines a special star
To show us where the puddles are;
The crossing-sweeper sweeps the floor—
That's what the crossing-sweeper's for.
Chorus.
Then take the road, etc., etc.
I know it doesn't look much, just written down on paper; but you try singing it and you'll find you're carried away.