Mrs Hutchenson Lyrics

Mrs Hutchenson lyrics

Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you're looking healthy (huh)
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
(ah)
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 a week.

Shame