Текст песни Chumbawamba - All Mixed Up
Chumbawamba - All Mixed Up слова песни
Sitting on the shelf when someone called my numberWith a template in one hand, scissors in the other`What lump of clay is this?` Said the king maker to meDull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemyThe future flesh and blood on the bones of the big lieA no-wit who`s face fits and never wonders whyI met my Mephistophelles, the papers sealed in bloodLike I got a transfer deal the lad done good(Chorus)Good King Danbert at the helmHis face on every coin of the realmAnd every time we sing, it`s three cheers for the kingHey, hey, heySirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone?All mixed upWe take a fool for a kingAll mixed upMistake a fool for a king(Repeat)The washing powder advertThat everybody hatesBut all the research shows that`s how brand names are madeSqueaky clean, no skeletonsIn other words I`ve never livedMakes me highly-qualifiedTo decide what givesRough-shod, riding rail-roadOver all the awkward questionsQueen Victoria of GranthamTo give me her blessingIt`s written all over meI`m touched by the handI am the something very rottenIn the state of little England(Repeat chorus)All mixed up(Repeat)