In the middle of a muddle I am
 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 wish my feet were mops
 And my hands were brooms

 I'm in a topsy of a turvy
 In a 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, etc.

 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, 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