Toodles Mr. Jim
you cherry picker
toodles I say, so long
hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler
sing 'em 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.
Now, 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 neighbor 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.If you're looking for a place
You can fly together
And you're really afraid of
What you're leaving behind
Take the easiest road
But take care my brother
For you'll never find peace
With a troubled mind
Far better to love each other
Than to worry so deeply
‘Bout the place you're in
And far better to kiss her softly
Than lookin' back on a love
You'll never have again
Time's as fickle as
The sky in winter
And two hearts always
Were better than one
Love has the wings
Of a tireless angel
She'll stay beside you
Till the day is done
La la la la la ...
You'll never have again
No no no, never again
You'll never have again