Chumbawamba - All Mixed Up lyrics

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)