Tori Amos
Toodles Mr. Jim
Hey yes I said yes I said Hooray hey yippee yay I said diddily hey
Toodles Mr. Jim you cherry picker
Toodles I say so long
Hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler
Sing them all your happy song
It's today
Today's Sunday
By your Grave
I say Toodles Mr. Jim you cherry picker
Taught me so well how to spell those red
You know she deserved that nose
Splattered
Swattered
Blood in my hands
Not a nice day for your little girl
But you came to my aid instead
But now it's Toodles Mr. Jim you cherry picker
Built that ladder well
Teach me just where those boys can climb
When they've got a spell
Toodles Mr. Jim you are
My sweet favourite neighbour of them all
Let those Girls go to their parties
I don't care
'Cos I'm with you
Still
spoken: "That was Toodles Mr. Jim. Mr. Jim die two weeks ago. He taught me how to pick cherries and I punched his daughter in the nose 'cause she was mean. Mr. Jim was good."
