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Little miss Emily died smiling in a field of mushrooms

She was so happy when she went

It doesn't matter that you are intelligent

There's no way that you can know

Isn't it funny the way that things turn out!

And I would die to do business with

The powers that determine how we end

They said she was destined to rule the universe

But now she sweeps the salon floor

She lived in a corner and never thought she'd want to come out

And then she comes out with a bang

Yes she comes out with a bang!

Isn't it funny the way that things turn out!

And I would die to do business with

The powers that determine how we end

And there are people who say that things stand written anyway

That lines are straight and can't be bent oh no

It doesn't matter cos they only represent

Less than three percent

Couldn't believe it when they asked him to be supporting man

Yes their supporting bloke!

Would he have gone elsewhere if he'd known that he and his guitar

That day would go up in smoke- yes strangely coloured smoke

Isn't it funny the way that things turn out!

And I would die to do business with

The powers that determine how we end

Don’t you think?

Isn't it funny the way that things turn out!

And I would die to do business with

The powers that determine Yeah

The powers that determine Yeah

The powers that determine how we end