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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 someday 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 favorite neighbor of them all
Let 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
- Album:
- The Light Princess
- Unrepentant Geraldines
- Gold Dust
- Miscellaneous
- Night Of Hunters
- Abnormally Attracted To Sin
- Midwinter Graces
- American Doll Posse
- The Beekeeper
- A Piano: The Collection
- Y Kant Tori Read
- The Original Bootlegs
- Boys for Pele (Deluxe)
- Flicker
- About Night Of Hunters
- Under The Pink (Deluxe Edition)
- Live At Montreux
- Live at Montreux 91/92
- Legs and Boots: Washington, DC - October 26, 2007
- Royce Hall Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA 4/25/05