Charles Dickens Horrible Histories (Ft. Al Murray, Jim Howick, Laurence Rickard & Mathew Baynton)

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

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

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

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