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I knew a man from Petushkee
As muddleheaded as could be

He always got mixed up with clothes
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The Mudlehead

I knew a man from Petushkee
As muddleheaded as could be

He always got mixed up with clothes
He wore his mittens on his toes
Forgot his collar in his haste
And tied his tie around his waist

What a muddle head was he
That man who lived in Petushkee

They told him as he went about
'You've got u'r coat on inside out'
And when they saw his hat, they said
'You've put a saucepan on your head! '

What a muddle head was he
That man who lived in Petushkee

At lunch he scratched a piece of bread
And spread some butter on his head
He put his walking stick to bed
And he stood in the rack instea.

What a muddle head was he
That man who lived in Petushkee

He walked upto a tram one day
And climbed in very sprightly
Conductor thought that he would pay
Instead he said politely

'Parding your beggon
Kister Monductor
I'm off for a week's vacation
I stop you to beg your cramway tar
As soon as we reach the station'
Conductor got a fright
And didn't sleep that nite

What a muddle head was he
That man who lived in Petushkee

He rushed into the first café
'A railway ticket please One way'
And at the ticket office said
'A slice of tea and a cup of bread'

What a muddle head was he
That man who lived in Petushkee

He passed the man collecting the fares
And entered a carriage awaiting repairs
That stood on a siding, all by itself
Half of his luggage, he put on a shell
The rest on the floor, his coat on his lap
And settled himself for a bit of a nap

All at once he raised his head
'I must have been asleep'- he said
'Hey, what stop is this? ' he cried
'Petushkee, ' a voice replied

Once again he closed his eyes
And dreamt he was in Paradise
When he woke, he looked about
Raised the window and leaned out

'I've seen this place before I believe,
Is it Kharkov or is it Kiev?
Tell me where I am, ' he cried
'In Petushkee', a voice replied

And so again he settled down
And dreamt the world was upside down
When he woke, he looked about
Raised the window and looked out

'I seem to know this station too,

Is it Nalchik or Baku?
Tell me what its called, ' he cried
'Petushkee' a voice replied

Up he jumped: 'It's a crime
I've been riding all this time
And here I am where I began
That's no way to treat a man'

What a muddle head was he
That man who lived in Petushkee

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