Toodles Mr. Jim
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You cherry picker
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Toodles I say, so long
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Hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler
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Sing 'em all your happy song
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It's today, today someday
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By your grave
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I say toodles Mr. Jim
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You cherry picker
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Taught me so well
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How to spell those red in
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And
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And
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Hey
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You know she deserved that nose
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Splattered and swattered blood in my hands
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Not a nice day for your little girl
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But you came to my aid instead
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But, now it's toodles Mr. Jim
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You cherry picker
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Build that ladder well
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Teach me just where those boys can climb
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When they've got a spell
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Toodles Mr. Jim
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You are my sweet favourite neighbor of them all
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Let them girls go to their parties
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I don't care cause I'm with you, still
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"That was toodles Mr. Jim
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Mr. Jim died, two weeks ago
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And he taught me how to pick cherries
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And I punched his daughter in the nose
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Because she was mean
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Mr. Jim was good"
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Toodles Mr. Jim
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| Tori Amos |
