All Mixed Up Lyrics - Chumbawamba

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)