Charles Dickens Song

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[Verse 1]
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I lived a happy life ‘til I was ten years old
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When debt landed dad in prison and our country house was sold
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Lodged with a lady in her London flat, so cold
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Worked at a boot polish factory, labelling jars quite dull all told
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Goodness only knows
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 I was a miserable soul

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[Verse 2]
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For a time I went to school but then I found a job
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As a clerk to a lawyer, oh, it made my poor head throb
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I failed to be an actor despite my loud gob
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Ended up reporting speeches of the parliamentary mob
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Then as everybody knows
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 I started writing prose

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[Chorus 1]
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Put my life into my books
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Friends and enemies and crooks
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Legal bosses up they crop
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In “The Old Curiosity Shop”
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Fagin in “Oliver Twist”
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A factory pal, you get the gist
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And although my memory’s quite foggy
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Got Scrooge from the grave of Ebenezer Scroggie

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[Verse 3]
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My first book was an overnight sensation
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But I drove myself too hard to enjoy the adulation
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Despite my wealth, my family begged for money
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I wrote of it in “Chuzzlewit” which people said was funny
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Didn’t sell like books before
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My family still asked for more

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[Chorus 2]
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“Little Dorrit” is a tale
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About my dad in debtor’s jail
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While “Hard Times” tells my life
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‘Bout when I tried to leave my wife
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“Little Nell’s” death was my poor dear
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Departed sister-in-law
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And “David Copperfield”, working in a factory
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I must confess that that was really me

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[Bridge]
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In my life, felt shame ‘bout poverty in childhood
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Wrote about sadness, suffering and fear
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Also wrote about people with funny names
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Bumble, Smallweed, Scrooge, Uriah Heep And Wackford Squeers

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[Chorus 3]
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Whilst writing “Edwin Drood”
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A train crash didn't help my mood
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Still I drove myself on
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With readings far across the pond
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Died before I wrote Drood’s end
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Sort of thing drove me ‘round the bend
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So Dickens, take a Dickens, take a bow
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And Heaven knows
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I’m miserable now