1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Went to the museum this morning To see if anybody was there On the way I met a clockwork soldier Who stopped me as I walked up the stairs I said, can you show me the way To our National History Museum I've got so many questions To ask all the people About our history He said, son, you must be crazy You'd better get out of here This is establishment territory The likes of us should never go near I said, please won't you let me see Inside your mausoleum I've got so many questions To ask all the people About our history Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright I walked past the donors in honour Past the statues and the heraldry I walked past the maps and the manuscripts Into antiquity And when I saw King Arthur He was waving his sword at me He shouted, hey son, come see Join our party See some history And then sadly before me I could hardly believe my eyes Lord Nelson, Queen Victoria King Henry and Thomas More Were dancing around on the floor I hope I get some of the answers To all of my inquiries And I hope I find out who's responsible For all of our history Richard III stood laughing While King Henry sat drying his feet And Cromwell shook hands with Odyssea While Dr Johnson, a little connoisseur Stares cheek to cheek And Milton sat writing a poem And Shakespeare sat writing a play I tried to have a look To see what he wrote in his book But he just turned his back and walked away I didn't get any answers And it's still a mystery What became of all of the people That vanished in history All right, all right All right, all right, all right All right, all right All right, all right, all right History is a mystery And I hope I get some of the answers All right, all right History And it keeps on calling me To the cobwebs and catacombs And dusty old tombs Surrounding our history History History