I was standing at Brighton Station
In a state of exaltation
When I was told I was in France
By that old actor Charles Dance
Leaving me in a state of discombobulation
I woke with a discombobulated feeling
As I gazed up at my transparent ceiling
I peered into the sky
And a bird pooed in my eye
While I'd slept, the roof-lovers had been stealing
It's easy to discombobulate Ned
By telling him that blue is red
But when I mistook a blue ball
For a tasty apple
He laughed and said, "The discombobulation has spread."
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