I'm in the Middle of a Muddle

I'm In the Middle of a Muddle
I'm in the middle of a muddle
In a 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'm only I

It seems my work just never stops
The rooms turn into rooms
Oh, how I wished my feet were mops
And my hands were brooms

I'm in a topsy of a turvy
In a topsy of a turvy its 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
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 a topsy of a turvy
In a topsy of a turvy its 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



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Livingston, Mack David, Al Hoffman
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