I'm in the middle of a muddle
In the middle of a muddle am I
I wanna have fun I wanna have fun
But the work is piling high
I'm in the middle of a riddle
In the middle of a riddle oh my
I'll never get done I'll never get done
Because I am only I
It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh how I wish my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms
I'm in the topsy of a turvy
In the topsy of a turvy it's true
I wish I were twins I wish I were twins
I'm in the muddle in the middle of a muddle and I can't muddle through
Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella
Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella
It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh how I wish my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms
I'm in the topsy of a turvy
In the topsy of a turvy it's true
I wish I were twins I wish I were twins
I'm in the muddle in the middle of a muddle and I can't muddle through
