Toodles Mr. Jim - Tori Amos

Hey yes

I said, yes

I said, hurray yay yay yippy yay

I said, diddly hey and

«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

Sunday by your grave

I say «Toodles Mr. Jim, you cherry picker

Taught me so well

How to spell those red in…

And… and… hey…

You know she deserved that nose

Splattered and 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

Build 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 of them

Girls go to their parties

I don’t care 'cause I’m with you still"

«That was Toodles Mr. Jim

Mr. Jim died two weeks ago

And he taught me how to pick cherries

And I punched his daughter in the nose because she was mean

Mr. Jim was good»