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