All Mixed Up
(专辑: Swingin' With Raymond - 1995)
Sitting on the
shelf when someone called my number With a
template in one hand, scissors in the
other 'What lump of clay is this?' Said the
king maker to me Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy The
future flesh and blood on the
bones of the
big lie A
no-wit who's face fits and never wonders why I
met my Mephistophelles, the
papers sealed in blood Like I
got a
transfer deal the
lad done good [Chorus] Good King Danbert at the
helm His face on every coin of the
realm And every time we sing, it's three cheers for the
king Hey, hey, hey Sirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone? All mixed up We take a
fool for a
king All mixed up Mistake a
fool for a
king [Repeat] The
washing powder advert That everybody hates But all the
research shows that's how brand names are made Squeaky clean, no skeletons In other words I've never lived Makes me highly-qualified To decide what gives Rough-shod, riding rail-road Over all the
awkward questions Queen Victoria of Grantham To give me her blessing It's written all over me I'm touched by the
hand I
am the
something very rotten In the
state of little England [Repeat chorus] All mixed up [Repeat]