| Lyrics: | Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you're looking healthy (huh)
But just in case,
Here's a pill a
remedy.
Well Mrs. Hutchinson, this is something,
That little upset, I thought I'd
diagnosed,
Well not to worry, it's not what I supposed.
You better sit down son your
mother's very ill (ah)
We may have to operate it's more than just a chill.
But don't you
worry, it's all in competent hands,
We believe it's under the ribs or one of the
glands.
Well Mrs. Hutchinson, eat up your breakfast (come on)
Don't smoke, it stunts
your growth,
Stick to your diet, let's hope that you're insured.
(Come on eat your
breakfast !)
Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you must be very pleased to know you're leaving
here.
We're going to miss you so (hold on)
Here comes your son again.
Are you
thirsty son, I think you'll need a drink.
There's been some complications, she's very near the
brink.
I have to tell you, it's my duty to speak.
Your mother will not last a
week.
Shame |
