Lyrics

Well Mrs. Hutchinson you’re looking healthy (ha)
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
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 the week

Shame