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 (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 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 the week

Shame

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