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 your 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 instead.

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

He walked up to a tram one day
And climbed in very sprightly;
Conductor thought that he would pay,