Mrs Hutchinson Lyrics

Well Mrs.Hutchinson
You're looking healthy (huh)
But just in case
Here's a pill a remedyWell Mrs.Hutchinson
This is something
That little upset, I thought I'd diagnosed
Well not to worry, it's not what I supposedYou better sit down son, your mother's very ill (aah)
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 glandsWell 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 insuredCome 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 againAre 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 weekShame
Songwriters
MCPHERSON, GRAHAM/BARSON, MICHAEL/BEDFORD, MARKPublished by
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